So we're finally here. After 5 long years, we're at the end of this book. Do I feel bittersweet about it? A bit, maybe, because this is the first poetry anthology that I'm going to deem as complete. Only because it has reached my personal limit of 100 poems, not because I cannot write anymore.
But it also feels special. And The Petals Fall has always been my go to anthology every time I want to show someone the way I write things. No work of mine has felt as much me, the way this does.
I feel like I've simultaneously changed ten fold and not at all. I'm not even sure if I'm at a better point or not. Life really is testing me a lot even now. I guess we never get out of this phase. And even if things go downhill (which I will take uphill again), I hope I can get moments to churn out poetry from. Poetry that might make me want to melt into a breakdown or poetry that can transport me into a field with glowing flowers in the sunlight.
Whoever is reading this, even if it's me from the future, thanks for making it here. I love you very much.
As always, absorb and emit.
Signing off for now,
Godhuli, a little older :)
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Poetry❃ From one of the flowers in my infinite garden, I present to you a caricature of its petals. ❃
