You know what I think about a lot? How Death will ask a mortal, "Do you know who I am?" Or they ask who she is and they just know, or maybe she says, "I think you know who I am." You know how it just washes over them?
What do they see? What do they know? What changes?
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it is all chaos and entropy. the thing is that the chaos and entropy make it beautiful and lovely.
yes, it's true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is terrifying. i have lived through some of the unfairness - i got born like this, with my body caving into itself, with this ironic love of dance when i sometimes can't stand up for longer than 15 minutes. i am a poet with hands that are slowly shutting down - i can't hold a pen some days. recently i found a dead bird on our front porch. she had no visible injuries. she had just died, the way things die sometimes.
it is also true that nature and the universe are uncaring and unspecific, and that is wonderful. the sheer happenstance that makes rain turn into a rainbow. the impossible coincidence of finding your best friend. i have made so many mistakes and i have let myself down and i have harmed other people by accident. nature moves anyway. on the worst day of my life she delivers me an orange juice sunset, as if she is saying try again tomorrow.
how vast and unknowing the universe! how small we are! isn't that lovely. the universe has given us flowers and harp strings and the shape of clouds. how massive our lives are in comparison to a grasshopper. the world so bright, still undiscovered. even after 30 years of being on this earth, i learned about a new type of animal today: the dhole.
chance echoing in my life like a harmony between two people talking. do you think you and i, living in different worlds but connected through the internet - do you think we've ever seen the same butterfly? they migrate thousands of miles. it's possible, right?
how beautiful the ways we fill the vastness of space. i love that when large amounts of people are applauding in a room, they all start clapping at the same time. i love that the ocean reminds us of our mother's heartbeat. i love that out of all the colors, chlorophyll chose green. i love the coincidences. i love the places where science says i don't know, but it just happens.
"the universe doesn't care about you!" oh, i know. that's okay. i care about the universe. i will put my big stupid heart out into it and watch the universe feast on it. it is not painful. it is strange - the more love you pour into the unfeeling world, the more it feels the world loves you in return. i know it's confirmation bias. i think i'm okay if my proof of kindness is just my own body and my own spirit.
i buried the bird from our porch deep in the woods. that same day, an old friend reaches out to me and says i miss you. wherever you go, no matter how bad it gets - you try to do good.
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Ya know, on second thought, maybe interrupting a coffee break was, hm, not the best idea.
Gold Choco Cookie belongs to @cosmicwhoreo
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LBMR week: day 4 - intuition
"Ah...But... Um... My intuition might not be that helpful for an investigation... so even if you ask me..."
"Why not? Are you not confident in yourself?"
Love the sparkles Lucy gets in her eyes when she really starts to put things together and get caught up in solving the mystery - Alfendi is a good mentor and friend to her
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Wishship Week Day 2/Feb. 20th: Flowers
Art for day 2 of @wishshipweek! Zinnias have many different meanings including affection, friendship, everlasting love, remembrance, and tribute. I felt this flower was a perfect symbol of so many aspects of their story and relationship together that I had to put them in a field of them.
Also, it wasn’t until after I drew them that I realized that zinnias were actually really tall but, it’s fine. These ones are small. It works.
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