Insidethecrypticbluemind - Blue The Cryptid

so who was going to tell me that horses smell blood really well? Or was I just supposed to find that out when stabbed in a field at midnight?

once i saw a specter

inside a mirror.

i want to know if he was a memory

imma eat the leaves

munch the crunch

are we tired? fuck ya

what do we want? sLEEP

when do we want it? *ETERNITY*

sunlight come run away with me

please let’s find warm butterfly kisses in between the cool evening spaces of our lips

entwine fingers like flower crowns

god i gaze at the sky and there is simply a vast expanse that holds nothing but my dreams of you.

just a thought.

im putting it in a box though.

my mind is moving on to other things

I’m done with the dwelling.

it was good for a time. but now i gotta go on

today my bones are made of the most fragile flowers. I feel little blue petals brush against my lips. Gently

i think i allow myself

to feel happy

for a tiny moment. One that I expected to last for a breathtake - but now my lungs are still full of air. Where’s all the water gone? I can breath. Where’d all the darkness go? I can feel again.

Who is there

hesitating

a glass phoenix that explodes and turns into sand when it dies

TORTLES!!!

200 days ago i told myself i needed to start healing. I even wrote it down.

And then i did.

It was hard.

And it hurt.

In August of 2021 I felt happy for the first time.

It’s now January and guess what? Things aren’t perfect or even that great.

And I. Am. Still. Happy.

Yes there are bad things. [I miss my partner who FOR SOME INEXPLICABLE REASON has chosen to be born british. And i am not. Thankfully. But it does mean he is far away. Not cool. >:\ ]

BUT IN SPITE OF THAT

I am still happy.

i am loved

i am love.

i like this.

And I love this

And i love me.

And I love my people who love me and helped support me while I healed.

And so, I am happy.