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I know plenty of people with eyes closed. They don’t see you like I do. Darling, I do

Lyrics

Golden leaves looked brown to me
The world had less color without you
Shapes in the sky looked plain to my eyes
The world had less color without you
I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling, I do
Notes on the keys meant nothing to me
The world didn’t sing without you
Birds in the trees fell silent for me
The world didn’t sing without you, without you
I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling, I do
Darling, I do see you
I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like
I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like
I know plenty of people with eyes closed
They don’t see you like I do
Darling, I do
Darling, I do
Darling, I do, I do
Darling, I do
Darling, I do see you
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The Diary of a Late Bloomer (153)

Be poetic. If you find the way the light falls through your window and onto your bedroom wall pretty, write about it. Call it soft and golden as sunlight honey, if it makes you glad to be alive then it is not silly, you look for the beauty of things, be proud of that, say the heavy rain is kissing you. Write about the glow of the moon, the dancing of flowers, make your world magical. Collect your metaphor and treasure them.” @mocha.bug / @artidote

An ornament of salute

She collects her soul by peeking outside, skies from the window are empty. Not even a dot, hanging there to be a trapping. Even so, in her eyes, it is just skies being its usual self. Stubborn in its solitary. It doesn’t look lonely, it echoes mental toughness. She wished the dots were there at least to admire the skies, to become an ornament of salute. “Dear skies, you come along with holy echoes. It’s okay, they weren’t there. You have me, staring, mesmerizing. Oh, I think I see something sparkling?” And she knows, a subject that carries other souls, as it is steadily flying forth and at last landing, “They are probably admiring from different angle.”

The Diary of a Late Bloomer (152)

Shoutout to everyone making progress that no one recognized because you never let anyone see your darkest moments. I see you and I am so, so proud of every little step you’re making in the right direction. —thepersephonecabin

/ artwork by Fernanda Schallen https://t.co/N1m0svzUBg

As she ends it

She wonders and wanders. Having no one by her side, if it could last, if it could be less. It is not that she is complaining either, if her own shadow is at last, what she can get out of this. She scrutinizes, what has been, what it is and why it is. And she knows, by then, what she would rather. She sighs, for the glimpses past. It is there and will always be there. She has what she knows genuine, her shadow. And why she begs for more? “It must have been limerence, If I didn’t stop, it would kill me instead.” And she decides to take a nap. As she ends this word.