Cherry Blossom Spring

Cherry blossom spring

Petals float free from the branch

I envy their fall

"A child may not know how to feed itself, or what to eat, yet it knows hunger."

Charlie Gordon, from Daniel Keyes' Flowers for Algernon

the flower will bloom

and along lands the butterfly.

a bond so pure. oh, how it

shows the magic of nature.

the butterfly hatches from

their snug cocoon, in search

of their flower, to cling to for life.

how beautiful new love is,

such a youthful thing.

the woman will sprout her feelings

from her heart.

feelings that cause the ground to shake,

and water to rain from her eyes.

feelings to her lady friend

sitting parallel on the bus.

what a freak of nature, they say.

how disgusting it is to fall in love.

she was merely a girl

she wanted to feel it.

the flower sprouts love,

for the butterfly to drink.

new love is so beautiful,

it truly is so young, and pure.

but this girl wont have her butterfly.

for the earth has torn her petals.

and damned her to loneliness.

simply because she wants another.

another lady to drink her affections.

wilted violets - isla w.

i always thought healing meant having things go back to the way they were before. but that will never happen. trauma will never leave you once it nests. and that's okay, because true healing is learning to live and to thrive with it a part of you.

when i was a young teen and extremely mentally ill, i made weird abstract pieces since it helped get my jumbled thoughts and worries out onto paper in a visual style. i had done this once for a sketchbook cover and my mom (with my permission) posted it on some art subreddit because she was so proud of it. i checked back on the post and it got a surprising amount of attention, i was thrilled seeing the hundreds of upvotes on my work. then i looked at the comments. all of the top ones and most of them in general were people making these shitty jokes, some not even joking about it and trying to actually convince my mom i was doing mushrooms and had to be talked to. i was so fucking pissed. the fact people needed to be told "i'm not a druggie, this is just how my brain works" felt so insulting. thats not even mentioning how countless people genuinely trying to tell my mother i was definitely doing drugs and couldn't have made that art any other way would have been so, so dangerous for me if i didn't live in the lax household i did.

did i follow you?

mod is a little stupid and made this his main. my actual main:

@scozthewoz