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Nov 2020 · 510
Autumn
astrid Nov 2020
To the sound of
endless falling autumn leaves
that paint the streets of gold
with your hand to hold
and my heart on your sleeve

I never want this day
to end
Nov 2020 · 89
Remember
astrid Nov 2020
In these dark times, remember that you will feel sunlight on your skin once more. You will smell the heat and life of summer, you will feel grass underfoot. This will pass, you will love and live on.
Jun 2020 · 65
But at the end of the day
astrid Jun 2020
I just want to be the type of person that makes people feel better about things. I want to carry light and childlike wonder and giddy silly things, always. I want to always be pointing out dogs sticking their faces out of car windows and tiny little flowers growing on the side of the road. I want to call out the unique stuff in people and never miss an opportunity to compliment someone’s quirks. I want to sing really badly in the car and tell dumb jokes, not giving a gosh **** what people think. I want to speak like I’m telling the story of the first time I saw a sunset, no matter what I’m talking about. I just want to be excited and glad to be here, even when things hurt. I want to feel it all, but at the end of the day just be so purely me, an odd gal, thrilled to be a kid of the King, still trying so hard to do this life thing.
Jun 2018 · 84
G.
astrid Jun 2018
G.
You are both
morning coffee
and bedtime tea.
You both rouse
my tired mind
and calm
my anxious heart.

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