It hasn't been midnight yet, but the two hours gap of May 18th to May 19, means so close. I am glad that no one asked what are my wishes in this new chapter of life. Frankly speaking, I feel like a brainless corpse and totally clueless. The only thing that matters is I wish no more nightmares so I can have some solid hours to sleep, wake up early with no regrets for the lack of sleep. Dear myself, since no one telling me that they love me and that is not a problem at all, let me write you this, "I sincerely love you, dear Ms Mut. Happy birthday! May Universe and Mother Earth bless you, always!
:Vin Elk, Ars Magna, & Lady Loved* Lately, I have enjoyed writing a lot. Writing worked on me the way Dumbledore did while he was in Penseive, so he could experience his memories through other perspectives. He uses it to siphon the excess thoughts from his mind, pour them into the basin, and examine them at leisure. Writing has helped me to untangle my mind, examine what to deliver, communicate the messages verbally and non-verbally, and reflect on how this writing will evoke certain emotions or moods. Writing becomes the mirror that provides insight into who I am, what I desire, what I experience, what I value, and what I am not into. Writing becomes the language that deliberates my inner peace. On another level, writing could answer the quest that dwells in my mind. I am glad to share what is significant for me right now. Being loved by the right person and people is heaven, and so is being respected, prioritized, supported, desired, and understood. The right person and peop...
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