makingmarks Stay strong, dear little one. Perhaps all the chills and aches that run through your lonely body will someday turn to sweet flowers and your story will no longer feel like an abandoned ship, but a garden...
I think you mean the opposite as I think when I think of flowers, but I can’t envision it. Hopefully I will see your point beyond the literal sense of turning into flowers. There’s always a selfish part of one, in spite of all the self hatred in the world, that fancies itself special for all one’s gone through, but I doubt there is anything very special in what goes on within me even if it’s hard to find someone with the same sorts of struggles. Thank you, though, hopefully someday I won’t hurt x
