AngelicaS1780
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Love this... especially the last stanza. The feeling that it evokes for me is that the perfect gift is the searching, the desire to discover, the entirety of every moment and experience that has made you think of the recipient.I’ve been searching for a present
something
unforgettable,
magical,
unique
something that will
take your breath away
make your knees shaky
make your heart skip
I’ve sought this gift everywhere
above water
and below
in dark woods
and clear skies
all places I could think
in the ticking of clocks
and the silence between
in every dream
and knowing glance
I’ll search forever
and until then,
please,
take what I’ve gathered
in my chilly hands
in my wild mind
in my furtherest depths
in my aching sigh
in my burning heart
and in the starry sky
I don't often feel festive when the calendar tells me that I am supposed to. Gorgeous photo... the candlelight and the tributaries of wax.I’m not feeling very festive yet.
Found a tree
Put it up
But I had no part in decorating it.
Watched a couple of holiday movies,
But they just made me feel a bit like crying.
okay, yes, everything makes me feel a bit like crying.
I’ve read four holiday romance novels
With my enormous amount
Of free time (insert eyeroll),
But none have given me that warm feeling
That I hope for when I crack them open.
And don’t get me started on the Christmas music.
I lit a candle this morning -
One of those balsam tree-smelling ones
Which is nice,
But all I want is to poor the wax over myself
Just to feel something.
No need to be sorry.Btw: I’m sorry, but I’m giving up.
I just gave my last shit for the year
And next year doesn’t look great for my shits.
Imma do more of what I want.
If you hang out, cool.
If not, *waves*
No reason to do anything here but what you want.