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pov: your family got murdered and years later you are being accused of murdering them because you were not crying when you step foot on the crime scene.
          
          i don't think that's a good reason to accuse someone of based on how they grieve?

a small token of kindness [ 17th september 2025, wednesday ] 
          
          broken fury, dead incitement, delirium stitched in emotions. yearning winds, fanning destructions, branches that bury their homelands. 
          
          systemic disorientations, horrors owed to joys that bleed. mysterious differences, confusions constructed, alarms that ring but souls that refuse to awaken. 
          
          blaring conquerors, forgotten tunnels, coffee cooling beside unmade dread. thrumming fingertips, raging purposes, metamorphosis: humans crawling, carrying everyday banters. 
          
          the sun with a thousand eyes, the night with hidden crimes, feathers drowned in poet's ink. sorrows of lyrics, wings lost in the blue, life that feeds one melancholy, souls distilling it into hope. 
           #adropofhumanity

a small token of kindness [ 01st september, 2025 — monday] 
          
          words plated in heirlooms, heavy with light,
          tinkling cuts, dazzling wounds —
          weaponry forged from childhood gloom,
          wars cradled in a mother’s stolen womb. 
          
          windmills bow above folded clothes,
          grandmother’s peach crumble cooling on the sill.
          cottages lean, tethered with ghosts —
          growth a gamble, memory the wager. 
          
          tender hearts rest in greasy hands,
          coloured proses, begotten rhyme.
          measuring the gaps of fleeting hours,
          tidy rooms against the storm of rest. 
          
          roads of chemicals, an age of hearts,
          souls displaced, refugees of home.
          effervescence rushes, skeletons mist-bound —
          a tale as old as precedents. 
          
          labyrinthine dashes, nuance permitted,
          olives of faith, olives betrayed.
          a marathon — glass slippers sublime —
          and all of life becomes a floor for dancing,
          a garden for incitement,
          a bloom pressed against time. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 24th august, 2025 — sunday ] 
          
          where comes the chaos? soar and sin, the culprit,
          from the lodging inns. surrendered and sought,
          beavering, bold— a little of the timid, a lot of the known. 
          
          swinging with pride, doors left unknocked,
          a guest invited under intoxication’s hold.
          forging, jeopardising, guided by homely apple-pie servings; bruised words swept beneath the rug of humility. 
          
          barks and bellows, odours, open wounds,
          entangled chairs and a single creaking move.
          whisper, then wait, tremors that carry
          a mouth of screams— beginning and dying
          in a parched throat. 
          
          kalopsia and kites— a guest like ropeburn,
          pricking like wine. mindful maps, mindless routes,
          sanctuaries like lies that bury the truth.
          shadows stumble, shoes fade—
          a blessing strikes a menace, transforming a paper cut into a prayer. 
           #adropofhumanity 

a token of kindness [ 18th august 2025, monday ] 
          
          "green and gold, bumblebees and blooms, notorious affairs of the innocent homes; half of wounds are entombed in windy trails, while the remaining lie maimed in terraces aged. 
          
          eye and a wisdom tooth, bear and tear, wavelets of death caressing the feeble veil; garbled silences in pictures hung, hung were the joys of the crusted youth. keepsakes assignable, september — a bright shy; one step of risk, one step of ice. 
          
          cliffs and cuts that swallow the shore, earth is an art with its slinky tides and falling feathers; rhythm and rhyme mold the blood, like granules of sand that recognise a home in your skin. 
          
           liquor and tea, a prison and a poison; every scream becomes a rotten whisper. quite a wonder, the heart one carries with pride, the same which injures the soul — punished with suffocation behind clasping ribs, where it beats and beats, severing its rest."
           #adropofhumanity 

awkwardly dropping a new chapter before i go inactive again-
          https://www.wattpad.com/1558369190-random-misc-dump-that-no-one-cares-omg-i-finally

good day, afternoon, evening or night,
          
          so i graduated weeks ago :D

i rewatched raya and the last dragon with my sister. the ending still bothers me to this day. 
          
          freely trusting strangers is good even though they may have ill-intentions - what could go wrong? :D i could imagine the consequences happening.
          
          raya's trust issues are valid and reasonable. she got betrayed by namari and lost her father to the drunn. yet she's the bad guy that sisu got oofed because of her inability to trust people? namari had the freaking crossbow and her mom is literally the reason that the drunn came to existence again.
          
          sisu is a bit naive for trusting too easily but i'll excuse her cuz she's a dragon. probably dragons and humans have different psychology and thinking. but she still have the capability to learn and understand where raya is coming from.
          
          oh god, namari. i am disappointed in you. especially at the ending. shouldn't she and her mom be held accountable for causing the world to go dystopian? well, namari can be excused from that since she was a child at that time and was influenced by her mom. but she gotta be held accountable for oofing sisu.
          
          raya's trust issues did not end sisu's life. namari pulled the trigger. poor raya, she gaslighted so bad by fang's princess who she thought was a friend.
          
          also, i don't like how the chiefdoms were named ;-; like bruh. i was thinking they should have each tribe representing each southeast country and reflecting their values. the names could improve too. being named after dragon parts is a good concept. but the names fang, heart, talon, tail and spine didn't feel right to me.

@GentleNotes <3 perfect timing alhamdullilah

so, i'm crying while daydreaming.
          
          istg, i don't know i have some condition or not.