I Forgot To Pack Them Lunches

I forgot to pack them lunches

They are running around frantically, making sure they took everything. In that frenzy there's me, standing quietly in the kitchen, watching them and their cheerful chaos. Finally, after making sure everything is where it's supposed to be, they leave, waving me goodbye. I wave back and then realize I forgot to pack them lunches. Oh no, how could I forget such an important thing?

It's okay, they will be okay. My little rascals are clever and resourceful, they'll manage. I know they will. And I will be here eagerly waiting for them and the stories of their everyday adventures.

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AN: As I mentioned previously, mundane stuff are not really my thing when it comes to writing.

To all my European readers, Eurovision Song Contest starts tonight, yay! Who are your favourites? Do you think your country's representative will make it to the final? Personally, I think Croatia won't ahahhahha, we haven't gone to the final for some time now...I think we should send something more eccentric to Eurosong.

I'm all yours, but you're all mine

"You're mine" you whisper. We are standing embraced under a willow tree. A comfortable silence surrounds us, keeps us safe, or so it seems.

"I'm yours" I confirm. Yes, I'm all yours, but you're all mine, dear, don't forget that.

Silence surrounds us as we stand embraced under a willow tree.

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AN: This seems more like a poem to me, rather than a paragraph. But I didn't really know what to write, I just wanted it to have a different vibe from the original context of the lyric.

This is us, this is me and this is how we're meant to be

Sometimes it's best not to say anything. You're looking at me, tears sliding down your face, and you want me to be the savior, to fix it all. But sometimes, it's better not to fix anything. Or anyone. You believe you are broken, beyond repair. But, darling, your cracks are what makes you perfect. Why would you want to be fixed, to be clean and polished, when you can be yourself? I know I wouldn't want that for myself. This is us, this is me and this is how we're meant to be, in all our imperfect glory, all our scars and bruises laid out for the world to see. I want them to see us as we are, admire us and our strength and know they can do the same without fear and guilt.

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AN: I have no inspiration today :/.

If I have to be who I was, do I have to be who I am?

I am standing at the crossroads, unsure where to go, who to be. I am ever-changing, inimitable, an original. I was once something else, someone entirely different. People say that I have changed, they mourn the person I was without really looking at me as I am right now. If I have to be who I was, do I have to be who I am?, I ask myself, looking at my reflection in the mirror. Do I have to become what they want me to be? Do I have to revert to being my old self and lose all my progress, lose the sense of being me? I don't want that. I want to know who I am, I don't want to be lost in the past, to already be buried. This is not the death of me. This is my rebirth.

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AN: Spot the Hamilton reference hahahahaha. Well, that's it for today, the next one will be posted tomorrow. I hope everyone has a nice day. Also the weather here in Zadar is beautiful. I went for a walk earlier today, the sun is shining and birds are singing, it's * chef's kiss *. Maybe I'll go for another walk...

I'm so sorry, I've done it again

I know, I know. You are disappointed. I'm so sorry, I've done it again. It's all my fault, as usual. I am trying, I really am, but sometimes it's so hard. Falling apart is easy, but picking up the pieces and getting back up isn't. That part gets more and more difficult. But I do it. I get stronger and I get up and move on. I learn something new about myself, about the world around me. I am strong enough to survive. I have to be, for myself and for people who care about me.

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AN: Hmmm... this one ends a bit abruptly, in my opinion, but I don't really know what to write hahahhaha

You don't have to be brilliant

I feel like I failed you. No matter how hard I've tried, things never went the way I wanted them to. You'd stand in front of me, place my head into your hands and say "You don't have to be brilliant. You don't have to be a genius, just be yourself". I would try, but I want you to be proud of me. You say you already are, but I don't believe you. I feel small and incompetent. I can be better than this, and I will give it my all to become the best version of myself.

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AN: I have to do my homework, but I chose to do this first hahaha #priorities