Sometimes
I feel five.
Like the world is big
and I am small.
And there are kids all around
bigger than me,
louder,
scarier,
bolder than this softness
that folds me
like tissue.
(No one else folds like tissue.
Just me.)
The softness of me at five
lingers;
a scent
(like lavender)
on the breeze
of my soul.
The softness of me.
The softness of me.
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Yesss, my exams got over and dad recovered from his covid bout. Soon it will be festive time, though we can’t really go out because of the pandemic, we did some little shopping. Things are much better now. How are you doing? The other blog is still up? I don’t see many posts on it 🥺🖤
Amazing about the exams, and oh no! Get well, Shruba’s Dad.💞And yes, freedom has a new meaning now. But how beautiful it will feel to be past it all. ☀️ No, I’ve stopped Empath days but I may turn the website into something new should the inspiration strike. I’m just so busy with life at the moment, I’ve not had much time to plan anything. I’m happy here, for now. ☺️❤️xx
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