Claude Monet

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.

Mentally here lol for what seems like has been forever, i picture you here with me though

𝒜𝓅𝓇𝒾𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝒷𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒷𝓁ℯ𝓈𝓈𝒾𝓃𝑔𝓈 ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

Let’s sit here 🍃

Thoughts

Plant of the Day

Monday 12 May 2025

The Taraxacum officinale (dandelion) that was posted a few days ago was so popular I thought I’d share this lovely set of seed 'clocks' seen today on a coastal walk. Common dandelions grow in all kinds of grasslands in Orkney from lawns to roadside verges, pastures to traditional meadows.

Jill Raggett

I wasn't meant for casual love. Your heartbeat will be my favorite song, your eyes my favorite color, your words my favorite poem, and even your imperfections will be my favorite piece of art.

by nathanaelbillings

So, if you are too tired to speak, sit next to me because I, too, am fluent in silence. -R. Arnold

𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔦𝔪𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔡𝔢𝔯