Once upon a time.
The small light going off... I just wanted one person to notice the dark around him before he had to cry that hard.
Thank you Asuka. ❤️
It was so long ago that I don't know what I was thinking when I made it. That keeps it kind of interesting to me, too.
Thank you for sharing this treasure - your 12 year-old self in poetry. <3
Thank you, Petra. ❤️
It gave me some memories. 😊
I can sense that. <3
It’s so interesting looking at our past penmanship … this was a holy relic of emotion 👏🏼 the light always returns, eventually, even if we don’t always see it
Completely agree Miles! It makes me wish I had more pieces of the past.
Even just seeing thr growth is beautiful.
Thank you. ❤️
Yeah we need more of those moments!
Yeah, that's how life is to almost everyone. You try to have hope, and desperation always comes to you.
True! It's a fragile thing. Yet we can only strive to make the best of what we have. ❤️
Whither went he? Who knows?
We only know that he sank.
A star went out in the desolate void,
And lone was the void.
-- Nietzsche
Love this. ❤️
Thank you.
Thank you for writing, Cory.
Thank you for reading, Li. ❤️
The small light going off... I just wanted one person to notice the dark around him before he had to cry that hard.
Thank you Asuka. ❤️
It was so long ago that I don't know what I was thinking when I made it. That keeps it kind of interesting to me, too.
Thank you for sharing this treasure - your 12 year-old self in poetry. <3
Thank you, Petra. ❤️
It gave me some memories. 😊
I can sense that. <3
It’s so interesting looking at our past penmanship … this was a holy relic of emotion 👏🏼 the light always returns, eventually, even if we don’t always see it
Completely agree Miles! It makes me wish I had more pieces of the past.
Even just seeing thr growth is beautiful.
Thank you. ❤️
Yeah we need more of those moments!
Yeah, that's how life is to almost everyone. You try to have hope, and desperation always comes to you.
True! It's a fragile thing. Yet we can only strive to make the best of what we have. ❤️
Whither went he? Who knows?
We only know that he sank.
A star went out in the desolate void,
And lone was the void.
-- Nietzsche
Love this. ❤️
Thank you.
Thank you for writing, Cory.
Thank you for reading, Li. ❤️