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This is what I think: I am (Whimsy): I am magic just like my name. But I am not whimsical (anymore).
Knowing something happened, with too many details, means everything is heavy.
answer, I am jealous of things that know what they are.
a brain is still a brain with or without serotonin—but we think too much.
My point is that a leaf knows it’s important, at all moments of its life even when it is broken. People always forget that a rough day, a bad year— doesn’t equal a bad life.
God blistered & bothered in the stars saying, How about a mind plague for humankind? We could call it Clinical Depression. Then they handed it out, like spoiled candy.
I get it, I guess. I have everything, right? It’s the same when you follow the recipe, but the cupcakes don’t rise. You can’t put your finger on the why.
The Forest is not what it seems (anymore). 6. When sorrow eats at the roots of things, they change.
Sometimes sorrow & joy exist together.
Remember you don’t have to be brave, you lived, you are (both) already bravery itself.
11 minutes felt like 11 hours. Sometimes sorrow is like that.
Sorrow is no one’s fault,
Do you understand now (reader)? There is someone out there rooting for you. You are not alone, in any Forest. You there, hello, bonjour, hola— we are rooting, cheering for you to live & thrive.
