"I Know What You Are, But I Do Not Fear You. I Could Never."
"I know what you are, but I do not fear you. I could never."
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Petals float free from the branch
I envy their fall

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it's a letter, T, standing for Taylor or Travis or Todd or Tiffany
it's a drink, tea, green or black or oolong or chamomille, served hot or cold
it's the pin that holds up a golfball, tee, plastic, shiny, coming in shades of red or blue or white or yellow
silly, isn't it?
it's a letter, C, standing for Corey or Carrie or Carter or Camille
it's a sense, see, windows to the soul, one of the things that let us experience colour and light and ugliness and beauty
it's a body of water, sea, covering most of our earth, vast and unknown and beautiful and terrifying
interesting, isn't it?
a letter, B, standing for Beverly or Beatrice or Bobby or Bruce
a verb, be, to be happy or upset or fearful or excited, to be playing or running or laughing or crying
an animal, bee, small and fuzzy, keeping our planet healthy, pollinating flowers and crops and herbs and weeds
isn't it funny how one letter can mean so many things?
it's called a gramogram
isn't that funny too?
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.



"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


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