Care enough to care. Leave me alone if your purpose is to hurt me. Nothing hurts more than what I'm going through and the people I've lost.

I'm flawed, very flawed. I don't want anyone around me to remind me constantly of what I'm already aware of. And even though I don't say the right things or react as I should always, I do have a heart and spirit that can be broken.

Fight for love and mental stability. Everyone is losing grip. Change the focus. Make a difference around you. Go save an animal, reach out to someone just because. Be a friend.

This world is awful. I'm not sad to be leaving it someday. People don't know what love really means. It's very superficial and most don't even care. The only thing I see anyone caring about is the fight to save the country. It's too late for that. Save your family, your friends. Save yourself.

Being sick and loving anyone means nothing because well you're going to die from cancer and the world's way of being is to go find someone that can satisfy their needs because that's what matters. That's ALL that matters.

You will get nothing from me. I'm tired, very tired. My future is only today and fading fast. I get it that no one wants to be involved with or close to someone that is sick. Healthy is the trend. It's what gets the love.

Everyone is expecting something from me .. what exactly is it. What do you want. Why in the world do I have to do or say anything. It's always me that has to love first or talk first or care first while everyone just sits there and does nothing. WHY. I'm not the healthy one that is sitting there

So tired of words yet I have to type them or say them to get these thoughts out. to Words don't help my cough or help me breathe better or make this cancer go away.

(had a bad night and morning please ignore- just venting)

I don't want any "I'm sorry" from anyone. There is no one more sad about my body going against me than me.

So tired of not feeling good. It's wearing me out so much. No one understands.

It makes me want to spin myself into a cocoon and hide away.

I reflect a lot nowadays, all the little things I see and notice.

foraging whimsy by grabbing things from an invisible tree like a mime

11:11 wish

March ✿

"When the heart is full of heaven, we turn weeds into flowers. When the eyes are full of stars, we become lanterns in the dark." -Jayita Bhattacharjee

I miss the things that were familiar to me.

I would love to love you but my love's been all loved out so would you mind if I liked you but in a most likable lovable way?

The new settles to a white hum, and once again, the old tightens its hold.

In the private room at the back of the heart, quiet communion is in progress. I may appear asleep.

2027

T W E Dec 1946 - Feb 2023 🤍

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