I want to comfort the world

I want to comfort the world,  but the world does not accept me.  It does not want the gentle warnings of a mother,  who can then comfort you...

Wednesday, April 23, 2025

Me after writing my Thesis

 I marveled in having been a draft

for the past year.

Looking at myself at different angles,

laughing as things that seemed 

to be at the tip of my tongue

played hide & seek

using the ripples & different

chambers of my mind

that I haven't even explored yet

to hide from me, but

when I found them

they were never alone, often being that they've found

something hidden,

an artifact, an aha moment

I was oblivious to its existence.

When you find me for the first time

you'll recognize the puffy red contorted eyes behind my glasses.

You'll see the tissues.

You'll see that I've turned into tears.

You'll wonder if I've gone crazy,

but I'll savior to you that myself

was left on the page.   

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