the impact of this magic is making me mellow, loving, and strong, my mind is a puzzle and im finally putting it together, piece by piece, im finally connecting these things and becoming who i am, this magic is helping me put myself together and form the best version of me. who i am, and who i hid from. this spell im under is helping me through my journey

I'm a bird
flying away
from the flock
of feelings
i need to abandon

I'm lost in your love
and the way the rising sun is beaming on your complex features
the glow casts light upon my eyes awakening me
for now I see this feeling
as a well lit sunrise

Shyness is beautiful.
It is simple,
Yet so complex.
It never longs for attention and devotion,
or feels the urge to be involved.
It doesn’t cry out for you.
Instead,
It waits patiently.
Watching, enduring, observing.
It is beautiful in the way dust particles glisten in the sunlight,
Or how cold rain sticks to a clouded window.
So many features are contained in the word simple,
That it makes the definition questionable.
Because if shyness is beautiful and simple,
And simplicity is complex,
Then why isn’t everything considered
Beautiful?

                              -s.s.

"The most frightening thought
about you leaving me
in the dark
is that nothing grows
without the sun."