Taking Notes📝

Thoughts

No longer have I, nor will I, ignore what this world’s natural beauty. My soul, mind, and heart can be in the bottom of the ocean but nothing can take away the gifts of companionship, enlightenment, or gracefulness that life can place within my grasp

I am doing something I learned early to do, I am paying attention to small beauties.

Not necessarily standing up for myself but I found that this helped me remember the inner strength I have that can be forgotten or smothered at times while sailing through the storms of my own thoughts

"Standing up for yourself looks different, each and every time. Sometimes it requires you to be loud, but most times requires silence. An inexactitude of madness, but controlled so effortlessly. It's analyzing the situation, and then recognizing needs. It's what happens in the middle, you may bend but don't you break.. Although the storms can be tiring, you are the pillar of love and strength."

Morgan Manifests xo

My last healthy conscious braincell trying to escape the never-ending supply of brainrot memes and endless river of music streaming.

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Well I’m speechless lol

The Rabbit’s Leap

Timid, shaking, eyes dart wide, The rabbit trembles, seeks to hide. Afraid of true rejection’s sting, The kind that leaves you frozen, clinging.

Yet trembling, it steps ahead, Though looking back, its heart is dread. The forest, dark, once felt so near, Now whispers endless paths of fear.

What if this journey leads to none? What if freedom leaves it undone? Chains of wounds still fresh, still raw, The rabbit bleeds, its breath in awe.

Each step forward, growth and pain, Each step back feels cursed again. Its white fur stains with every fall, It hates itself, yet braves it all.

With a fox’s drive and deepened breath, It shakes off nature’s quiet death. The rabbit dares to break its mold, Embrace the new, though weak and cold.

It finds the sun, its warm embrace, And faces nights alone in space. Some would call it prey by name, But not all see it quite the same.

For even sitting still’s a choice, The rabbit runs to find its voice. Time waits for none; it knows this best, Wonderland is a self-made quest.

With wounds still healing, soul still worn, The rabbit hops through paths forlorn. Softly, it speaks of rewards unknown, And lets the past stay overthrown.

Each day’s an adventure, bold and bright, Even for a rabbit afraid of the night. Though fear still lingers after the fall, The rabbit moves, despite it all.

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I think i may have found someone, what a beautiful feeling and comforting thought to ponder upon. I treasure and value your silent presence. It can be a blanket that separates all other physical snd metaphorical worldly things