january 31st, 00:55am @ bed.
yo january, you’re ending. reflection time. as final year, semester two is just gearing up in its infancy.
creating post and writing things be they just for myself or for those I care for and love the most is when I am at my most calm. so thanks be to all of you that inspire it in me, you muserific, beautiful humanoids near and far.
no matter the distance be sure of this: you are all held dear in the metaphorical friendship(s) rooms of heart.
friendship rooms that are strong and worked on together, last everlong, and through the silly and the worry they will stand strong. when one understands that this friendship thang between yourself and one person or you and a group of people, all connected via mutual care/knowledge/loves of things and you learn you don’t have to stress about always getting it right because the ones that matter most to you will be there where/when they can and will try to understand.
never underestimate the power of a piece of paper, a pen, a cup of tea, a packet of tissues, a blanket, a hug if that’s what you’re in to, an air hug or a question of, ‘friend, how are you?’ because maybe it all comes down to this, whether it be one letter in the alphabet or a stack of photo memories. It’s that knowledge that someone thought of you and you were bettered for knowing them. better for their small smile or their hand on your shoulder. these sign posts of affection be they small or great mean the world, be it 1 flower or a whole bunch. it’s the fact that the thought was there, the intention. have some nature. thorny then dying but my care will not wither like the flowers fragility no, it will not surrender. it will live on in me: permanent splendor.
all of the above -and if i ever become some A+ poet millionaire, once I’ve bought my mother a pimpin’ mobility scooter or chair, then i’ll try to take care of you all… in food land at least- it makes me want to take you all out for lunch scratch that, a feast!
i will never not want to romance my friends. they are beauts of the world.
i loves thems.
the end.
letters by heart=happiness.
#soptastic times of the AM.
(Source: thisismybrainrain)
