in my garden, you laid down on the grass
it left a bed in your shape.
itll stay with me for as long as i live.
i was never that special to you,
you might have forgot you were here at all.
But im still here, im still cold
despite the fresh air, despite the warm sun
Illustrations from Stories from Hans Christian Andersen by Edmund Dulac (1911)
btw i really did say i love you when you had to go
i love being alone most of the time
I didnt feel very whimsical or creative today. its okay, tomorrow will be better
I'm writing in my journal about different versions of me and what theyd do, so their parallel universe can open when i write about them and i get to live all those lives i dream of
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I think they noticed me