Solace

on leave for approx 4 months, sorry, i'll catch up afterwards

Hi, Solace! Thank you so much for your votes and comments on my book Fifteenth of May. I’m really pleased to read your thoughts and interpretations of it. I’m also so eager to dive into your poetry books < 3

how are you all doing today?
          
          added a poem to hearts: https://www.wattpad.com/1575286574-hearts-on-your-sleeves-ante

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published an old draft. double update: https://www.wattpad.com/1574591025-hearts-on-your-sleeves-the-other-side-of-the-coin

how are you doing today?
          
          added a poem to hearts: https://www.wattpad.com/1574530502-hearts-on-your-sleeves-pareidolia

i kind of preferred it when i had less followers

how are you doing today? 
          
          pardon my poor english, but here's another poem added to hearts: https://www.wattpad.com/1573825563-hearts-on-your-sleeves-lost-in-translation

i've always considered myself an overthinker. i swatted a fly today because it was hovering around my glasses while i was trying to read and it died. it was pretty gross, i won't lie. and i didn't realise this before, but i kill without  a thought, let alone second thought. i'm nothing like what i thought i was. how many relatives mourn a fly's existence, i'll never know. 
          
          so maybe that time i didn't tie up my brother's shoelaces my hands mourned that familiar motion and tugs of strings that were always easy to do. maybe the time i decided not to brush my hair one day my scalp grieved what massage it usually got and my hair protested. that would certainly explain the knots. 
          
          i think it's hard to be grateful for something because it's in the present. it's like trying to look into a mirror and predicting what you'll look like in the future. you just don't know how it's gonna end up, so you might as well look over the features you have at the moment.
          
          the fly managed to land on my glasses a couple of times. it wasn't an important detail, probably. at least not when i thought about it. somewhere in my childish state of mind i thought that it might have some sort of family that it goes back to, maybe a house, a massive garden or something. it's easy to forget the hard stuff with niceties, i guess. 
          
          something about that made me realise that it's actually pretty easy to forget how my actions do have an effect, whether i like it or not. i don't get to run from that responsibility. that's not as simple as swatting a fly. today i lost a follower and didn't think much of it - it didn't matter much to me 
          
          but i've kind of come to realise that sitting around doing nothing is sometimes worse than being a perpetrator. 
          
          to be honest, i have no idea where i'm going with this. but i wanted to say that you guys do matter to me, and that i'm thankful for all of you. you're all so bloody brilliant that i don't know where to begin, so i'll start by reading more of your work.

hullo! i hope you're having a good day!
          
          added a poem to hearts: https://www.wattpad.com/1573647201-hearts-on-your-sleeves-maybe-it%27s-confidence