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i stared out my window today and the world outside looked the same the same old trees, the same small birds the same dusky sky strewn with clouds like a painting frozen in time seemingly constant and lasting a safe and familiar ground yet i cannot shake this feeling that something has changed in some way and the sun will not be as warm and the stars won’t appear as bright and the moon won’t be the same sight the stochasticity of this world brings souls together and then apart an impermanence that bestows grief yet offers meaning to our lives wherever this divergence takes us just know that this meeting was special the universe conspired for this, so when chance allows us to meet again tell me your stories and i’ll share mine and we will laugh like we used to laugh and we will sing like we used to sing and we will talk like we used to talk moments like this come rarely to a wallflower you can be sure they will treasure this forever
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Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
melancholia of a wallflower
i stared out my window today and the world outside looked the same the same old trees, the same small birds the same dusky sky strewn with clouds like a painting frozen in time seemingly constant and lasting a safe and familiar ground yet i cannot shake this feeling that something has changed in some way and the sun will not be as warm and the stars won’t appear as bright and the moon won’t be the same sight the stochasticity of this world brings souls together and then apart an impermanence that bestows grief yet offers meaning to our lives wherever this divergence takes us just know that this meeting was special the universe conspired for this, so when chance allows us to meet again tell me your stories and i’ll share mine and we will laugh like we used to laugh and we will sing like we used to sing and we will talk like we used to talk moments like this come rarely to a wallflower you can be sure they will treasure this forever
You will never know who you will meet in this life. Good friends rarely come and often go. This is a piece for those friendships that, while temporary, leave lasting impressions on your soul. Inspired by the parting of my good friend from Singapore whom I met in Germany during the winter season of 2024, this piece is an acknowledgement of the transience of human connections, and the meaning and value derived from them.
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28/M/Germany
Aug 16, 2025
Aug 16, 2025 at 6:00 PM UTC
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