Awatre - Alethea

growing up neurodivergent is just.

"why are you doing that. its weird"

"the way you laugh is weird."

"the way you dress is weird"

"why does your face look like that?"

"why aren't you happy with my gift"

"why don't you talk more"

"why do you talk so much"

"you're annoying"

and then as an adult:

"why are you always worried about what people think of you?"

the fact that i'm no longer the same age as the protagonists of novels and films i once connected to is so heartbreaking. there was a time when I looked forward to turning their age. i did. and i also outgrew them. i continue to age, but they don't; never will. the immortality of fiction is beautiful, but cruel.

23rd November, 2023

The earth is retreating to rest, while the humans plough persistently; burning her. She is tired, yet she blooms even in the darkest hour. Guides us with her light, even after all the abuse. She is beautiful, graceful, gentle and loving, but for how long?