Beach Prints

Beach Prints

I see beautiful tragedies of life in the footprints prints on the beach , do you?

i sat down on the sea shore

as a visitor

only to find myself in an ocean of footprints

A sign of visitors

that walk over

pass by the beach

i looked down on my body

only to find myself drowned in those footprints

a sign of visitors

that once walked with me

now pass by me

these scars are just footprints then.

what do I think of them?

which ones i treasure

which ones i mourn

whatever I think of them,

they will remain on me , as a sign.

a sign of visitors

and just like that,

i found the proof of

every tear

every laughter

every time I felt sick of someone

every time I felt homesick for someone

i saw the tides gently wipe away some of these footprints while leaving the most

only to make space for more visitors to come

the visitors leave , their footprints stay

until another visitor walks over them

to create a new trail of these prints

they don't reach far beneath surface

but they are the decorations of sand

what do they teach me?

something beautiful

something tragic

i see the beautiful tragedies of life in the footprints on beach , do you?

Day 3/271 days until finishing my A-level resit

Pretty chill day today, met up with some friends tonight and was totally fascinated by some flowers they had in their living room :D

Did some essay plans for the evaluation of the cognitive perspective

Edited a 15 mark essay for my tutor next week

FINALLY finished off my Observational Methods Research essay!

I’m looking at trying some more study resources/methods. I’m currently using Quizlet and Notion a lot but I’d love some recommendations of other interesting resources!

Snack of the day ~ left over mac and cheese

Goddess of Rot

Last one standing

Unique ; is it the new normal?

I was 4 when I first heard the adjective

I was 10 when I heard it being used for me

I was joyous and blushed timidly in glee

I thought of myself as distinctive as the snow that falls on December 1st

I thought of myself as the honey dew that quenches the oak's thirst

i thought of myself as sole as the titanic beneath the sea

I thought of myself as second to noone ; there's only and only me

But as I grew up

I stepped down

I lurched around

I stumbled upon an abundance

Of personalities that strike resemblance

to me , and me to others

"Was it all just a farce?"

Was I not as unparalleled as the striking beauty of marble under moon?

was I not as novel as the trooping of hues paraded across june?

was I not as isolated in this world as i thought I would be?

I wanted to be second to noone; the world to have only and only me

But as I walk through my life I find a piece of myself in everyone I see

some beautiful some horrific

and some beautifully horrific

some prude , some so kind

some weak and some with a sharp mind

some eccentric, some basic

some with witts and some ritz

some ambitious, some unsure

and some who couldn't take it anymore

but one piece that I'd find in them all

t'was their wish to be the last one to fall

that one piece encapsulating everything-myself

a bit of me that made them me

a bit of me that made me myself

no matter who's in the right and who's wrong

no matter whose weapon is feeble and whose strong

no matter who started first

no matter who said more

I'll always have the last laugh

I'll always reach the shore

so I am second to noone

there will only and only be me

because I'll be the last one standing

no matter what the scene

Letters from Juliet (III)

I saw you last night at the bar

broad shoulders

scar on right cheek

and signature black hoodie

Rum over beer?

that's too mature for the "you" i knew

I Wanted to ask you so many questions

How was your day?

Your month

Your year

Your girlfriend

just your voice ,

quite enough for me.

brings me back to last winter

sneaking into my room at midnight

Telling me about your day

Hearing about mine.

How the others were having parties

While we layed in bed talking about stellar.

do you still find the moon fascinating?

will you still go to outer space with me?

Are we really not kids anymore?

i am still here with you

Have been for a while.

have you?

this could be our ultimate day

you pained me

ruined me

that's not what I hate you for

i hate you precisely because ,

I love you

doesn't matter what limits you cross

a glimpse of you a day ,

all my worries away.

We're poets aren't we jack?

we romanticise pain and

feel pain in romance

we keep it close to us till mortality hits.

but today was different,

I woke up without your name on my lips

your smell wasn't there in the roses

the coffee didn't remind me of us

Well not us ,

You and I.

the dogs barked today and i didn't flinch

the lightning struck today but my heart remained still

i liked the downpour with a hand on my dog's head

i changed

you did it

and with that

"Me" was "mine"

and not "yours"

-Agrima Nath

when you let go of people you are painfully seeking approval or love from, you return to yourself. you return to what feels truer to you and to what brings you happiness. you are reminded that life does not always have to feel bad, that you do not always have to feel like you aren’t enough, that what you want for yourself and your future goes beyond a single person’s regard of you. you notice the energy start to shift and flow more fluidly. pay attention to all of this.