its the small gestures, like a scribbled note or a crafted card that hold the greatest weight in my heart. the thought alone is a tender touch, a reminder that im seen, heard and cherished. grand deeds are fleeting but the simplicity of thoughtfulness is a garden that forever flourishes, a gentle token of love that can be found in the smallest of gestures.
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my mind: arcana amidst pandemonium
Poetrya deep dive into the labyrinth of thoughts and emotions that weave through my mind. my thoughts oscillate between the depths of overthinking and the quiet void of nothingness ~
