I used to sit and wonder how time collected like dust on a bottle. I used to collect them, literally the bottles and sit. Looks on my own displeasure. Someone else’s trash, my own recycling beauties. Something about a clear glass bottle screaming luxury and use.
Every time this feelings comes up again, I notice how nuerodiverse I am. My little treasures I’m so fond but make look back and make me feel like I’m acting like a child. Even now, as I write this I realize my favorite band tee has aged 15 years; but still a star in the show of the ensemble.
I think I can hide that I’m kooky but I don’t.
I pulled The Lovers card in my friends tarot deck and was astonished to see both of my horoscope apps persuaded to the same theory. That love is in my life or coming towards me while I bore myself on dating apps from time to time.
I got out the house yesterday and this feature may be just a quick note in a fun day that’s bound to continue.
I just sit idle now and know that all will be, will be.
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