Facts About Me

238.

Things to remember;

  1. No victory is too small, and every single thing is enough to celebrate. Maybe today I should be proud of accomplishing tasks in public. Maybe tomorrow I should be grateful I got out of my bed.
  2. There is a monster in my head, and sometimes it wins. But just like the shadow of darkness and the curtain of eventide, these things will come to pass. The monster melts in the Light far greater.
  3. Always will there be grace. Glorious, glorious grace.
  4. I am loved. I am loved beyond measure, beyond the comprehension of humankind. That I have been crafted and placed in a time like this.
  5. Breathe in, breathe out. In every breath there is strength coming.
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232.

I have a longing haunting and unexplainable for so many things, sometimes I catch it in the eyes of another or the smile in their laugh, perhaps it is in the way your shadow leans into mine, or the temporary black before the stable flicker of light. Marked by a tinge of lonely, a whisper of regret and shaking trepidation, the quiver of a seashell that skips over still waters. There is a fifth wall that no one knows but me, here I say the unspeakable things, engrave them in codes that I will recall sempiternally.

Maybe in my head there are mysterious occupants that set up camp because there is no other place to go, makes me see the invisible, a world that not everyone will know. What do I do when this quiet love grows, so much so that it spills from my lips and frail arms, that it propels me to go one step further in a race I initially disqualified myself for. It is said that change is the only constant, but if I could dare say, we are all constants in our strange little ways, and that steadfastness is something to hold onto on the days you wake up spiralling into a broken blur.

178.

I am irrefutably shy, in spite of possible bold first impressions and sporadic confessions of honesty, unwavering words and pinpoint clarity.

In a room filled with people gravitating in spaces not mine alone, it takes all of me to hold still and breathe. I am unable to understand how can one just co-exist in situations unplanned, in places new. Anchors I look for, to steady the tumultuous waves of my anxious heartbeat.

You are safe now, are the words whispered, is the hand that holds mine, are the eyes glancing quietly, is the folded origami crane before me.

And though I fear the impending darkness, I know that these things will keep me secure for a little longer.

175.

Not all secrets have to be filled with the weight of a drowned corpse, guilt hanging on the leg one cannot shake loose. I am accustomed to keeping sad things secret, but more so for the happy things too.

There’s something about preciousness that cannot be shared with others, lest beauty and wonder is lost. Don’t gain partial ownership or the ability to change it up, let it stay an unbroken memory for the cold days ahead. I am no fool, to leave a gem on the beach for the enchanting ocean to steal.

Call me selfish, and I will perhaps find no heart to deny — for sometimes we hold on so tightly until the insides of our palms make crescent cries. Take a look at what is photographed in quiet, the boundless whispers stalking across the mind. The things to immortalise.

I don’t know about you (if you exist), but for me? With numbers need not be told, I have stood in a place watching, hoping to remember for always.

120.

Ways introverts display affection:

  • Watching the glimmer in your eyes
  • Listening endlessly
  • Mouthing words across the crowded room
  • The phone call
  • Initiating touch
  • Tracing letters into your palm
  • Lengthy messages
  • Going to that party with you
  • Shadows walking side by side
  • Interacting on low social battery
  • Sharing incredibly personal thoughts
  • Remembering you

(and how many more shall introverts count in their unchanging ways)

99.

So much power in the act of writing, or so I choose to place my faith in. I have written letters for people with no faces and no names, crafting pieces for an unknown recipient. I do not think that I am foolish for trying something unreturned, for who knows if in these secret doings will someone find reason to hope again?

Leave a scattering on the car window, pages of old, table worn and other possible places. Run like the wind, don’t get caught or the magic spell may find itself undone.

In my timid heart I do fear that I may be playing with fire, but I will continue building and see if there is more than this fragile house of cards.

79.

Paradoxical creature that I am, set on caring for the entire world yet hiding like a timid mouse in the corners of my complicated mind. What is one supposed to do when the heart can no longer handle such a massive amount of loving.

Teach me to stop running when the shadows loom frighteningly large, to accept the apparent favour of another. Please stop my ears from hearing what others cannot.

My eyes, they perceive meaning in things unmeant. Tile floors have shapes and house bricks display signs. As anxiety builds, sometimes the ground rushes up to meet me. And so I fall.

How is it that my ability to function varies so immensely?