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it doesn't look like it's thriving even after walking by for years. i'm sorry to poke around and only taking a peek now, agoraphobia set on to never set a foot in. your shop really colors the street so i do mind, do not go. lot is happening and lot is not stable.

home of the loud, the cat only stood still

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i find myself very distressed, waiting and watching, trying to grab onto something. after a while, i decide not to care about the outside world. the world is boiling, but i decided to look away.

i have noticed how often i chose the same strategy again and again. death, world crises, wars, the political injustice, friends hurtings friends; it feels too big.

withdrawn into my own thoughts, reasoning that i, cannot carry all this information with me. to protect myself. it is a means of survival, right? and it is also a choice. at what point does self-protection turn into blindness? when does dwelling on one's own pain begin to limit the reality of others? i want to hear again!

i miss thinking about rice patties, you by the stairs, thinking is it all worth it. the anxiety of bringing out sound, to allow people to visit you. i reckon it probably is. see you again, in time of wonder.

happy valentine!!!

♡

• you were not made to wobble on alone.
• find love, in your friends,
• in your parents hug, in giving the bus driver a smile.
• love is everywhere.
• sometimes boxed up in the attic.
• do not worry there is more to be found