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The girl with the ginger hair
I saw her in my dream
Like an angel from the heavens
Eyes green like the wild
and
Hair flowing in the wind

I hope she remembers me when i’m gone

The Girl With The Ginger Hair
for Imogen Elizabeth Grant
Everyday
Is a reminder of why I wanted to end it all
Everyday
Is a reflection of what I've become

I guess it's normal to feel that way
Normal to feel tired
And helpless
And horrible

It's hard to talk about this
When I've tried once
And twice
And almost thrice

Faces of frowns
Faces of disgust
Faces of despair
Will stare back at me.

Call me selfish
Call me a disappointment
Say, "What about me?"

It's kinda funny
How people tell me not to **** myself
By using themselves as the reason
When all I need is for them to hear my reason

Well, I guess that's why
Why I want to end it all
Why I want to stop everything
Because that's probably the best

This sounds wordy
I should shut my mouth
And find reasons why
"Life is beautiful"
Been feeling like killing myself nowadays, but I'd rather die light as a feather. So now I'm finding ways to stay positive even when it's a little hard. But it's ok! I'm ok and I got this! :3c
Not all rivers
end up in the ocean–
doesn't make their journey
less worthy.

Not all love
ends up in a lover's arms–
doesn't make it any less
worthy.
Wondering along the forest edge
Among the endless shadows
Of leaves shaking
I left the known trail into
A lower place
Stepping through dead brush
And tangled mounds of marigold
Red and copper patches,
Old witnesses stitched into a quilt
I found a stone chimney above a lost
Foundation like a worn grave stone.

The ruins called to me.
Pulled toward the lone marker
I sensed a change in the air
A cold sensation.
Without hesitation
I collected and broke branches
From nearby river birch
And built a fire.

I sat grounded in the heart
Of the Home.
Through the flicker and cracks
Of the flame, through the heated air
Breathing life into the flue
A voice from the house whispered.

The sorrows are gone.
I am what is left
A heart broken and alone.
This rooted foundation
Courting this ground
My home fell down
It’s rubble now
The earth reached up
And pulled it down.
The garden is gone.
I am what is left.

I watched the fire die
Out realizing loneliness is knowing
The spirits don’t have answers
They walk on ahead
In circles.
Kneeling at your headstone
Where nature stopped mourning
The grass has grown tall here and
Your silence strong.
I know you’re free from the body
And the sins of our fathers
Chiseled on dry bones
But my flesh begs for your return
I dreamed you are sleeping
A polarized bad dream
Where I have to let go
But  I’ll just wake you now
I’ll give you my breath
To breath in
To open your eyes
I’ll give you my all
For the chance to stand near you
And shed tears of forgiveness
But I don’t want you to fall.
You will always be safe here
Safe in this song
May you live In this poem
As the shadows grow long.
My darling,
life is hidden in the maybe’s.

Maybe you are looking at your phone,
knowing that one message can
change it all.

Maybe you are feeling my absence
when you look at the sea.

My darling,
maybe you are overwhelmed
and don’t really want to hurt me—
but do it anyway.

Maybe you wish things were easy.
Maybe we don’t fit.
Maybe it was too good to be true.

My darling,
life dwells in the maybe’s.

Maybe I will be right here
if you come back.
What is hunted for?
For who is searched for?
What is sought?

From nature: knowledge - compassion.

From the cosmos: companions - patience.
The nature of the cosmos, the cosmos being a nature.
From meditations to communications;
From mediations to resolutions -
It is,
Therefore, I am.
Preparing good rice isn't just about using natural seasonings or fancy sauces.
Some people prefer to boil the water before adding the rice to ensure the ideal texture, while others add the rice right at the beginning of cooking. This shows how versatile rice is — it pairs well with a variety of ingredients and is super practical to make.

When we overdo the sauce, the food loses its essence and ends up tasting like just one thing. Salt, for example, enhances flavors, but in excess, it's harmful — especially for those with high blood pressure. Any ingredient used too much can hide the original flavor of the dish. The same happens with pepper: if you use too much, the heat becomes unbearable, and the dish loses its balance.

With that in mind, we realize that excess in any area of life can take away meaning. Are we overdoing the “seasoning” in our own lives? We must always remember to have self-control and balance, because what we say can have a huge impact on those who hear it. Among laughs and table talk, sometimes we notice that the food isn’t as tasty — whether due to stress or adding too much of something. Even so, we often ignore the warning signs and keep making the same mistakes, following a path where everything can lose its flavor. We're unpredictable when it comes to knowing the right measure for our actions, and even when we think we're right, sometimes we mess up — acting without thinking, convinced our way is best.

We need to practice critical self-reflection to better understand the reasons behind our choices and actions. With care, we gradually improve ourselves to become better people, adjusting our behavior with caution and consideration. That’s how we seek balance — to face challenges and find the right path so life doesn’t lose its meaning. Every action we take can come at a high cost, now or in the future, so it’s important to consider the consequences of our choices and apply the right measure in every situation.
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