I know that I post on here quite inconsistently, but I would like to try something a bit different from what I do post.
I would like to let the world (probably just myself) know about my love for words. The way they can weave together and encapsulate both simple and complex emotions even if they can't perfectly describe us as human beings. Words can feel wondrous and horrible simultaneously. It's crazy to think that most of us are defined but what we say and how we write. I wonder what it would be like if the world was expressed through actions and pictures as sole outlets for our childlike minds. I never want to lose my own childlike mind even if this makes me childish. I would much rather have a fun idea of the world around me than a bleak one of a boring adult. Tis not adulthood that brings sadness, but tis the loss of the wonder from childhood. Even though I do want to die, I feel like I simply cannot now as there are now many things that I care about and love in my life. I wish to spend more time with the world and the people around me. I will have to see where the wind takes me. I would like to let the world know that I care for it and the people on it quite a lot, yet I do not wish for these thoughts to be let on a piece of paper to be read after my death. I want to tell the world that I love and care for it everyday no matter how overwhelmed I feel. I want to give myself to the world and to love everything around me. I wish to express myself to world and show and tell it how much I care for it. I love the world.
With much love,
-REM
wow that ended up like a diary entry didn't it
and if you are reading this, thank you for keeping up with my blog despite my inconsistencies and I appreciate you a lot 🫶
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