The title of this post makes it seem like ‘Wow such a creative title, I bet the dude who wrote it must be hot’.
Well ladies, let me tell you one thing, I am hot. And let me tell you another thing, I’m delusional. Haha, this is awkward.
So I did not write anything for over a few weeks now. I mean I wrote but I did not write ‘write’. And if you’ve known me in real life, I’m a sad boi (in unreal life too)
But ever since COVID has set it’s hands upon my pure golden soul. I think I’ve missed handing out happiness to people. I dunno.
I miss handing out stones and leaves and rocks and random things from the ground to random people.
The happy-confusion on people’s face when I gave them these things reminded me that happiness doesn’t have a form. Will I forget to gift these things to people once I meet them again? After quarantine, I hope I don’t.
You know, if I have given you something and you’ve kept it. I’m glad.
I’m glad that a part of me is with you. At the time when I gave random crap to people, I did not think if this but some people actually preserve the things I gave to them. Like even rocks or branches. And that just warms my heart so much.
It warms my heart so much more than when I see Harry Styles interacting with his fans.
But many people did save the ‘gift’. Gift is a weird word.
It’s okay if you’ve lost that part. Just remember that I hate you now. (Kidding)
I don’t know where I’m going with this.
Why did I write this?
Incase the world ends tomorrow, make sure to remember that there was kindness in the small branches.
Kindness in the non living dead things. A part of me is with you.
This sounds sexual, does it?
When I run out of hope!
You bring me home.
I have been good lately! Thank you for sticking through.
I’ll post something which I wrote probably tomorrow or the day after. FOR sure!!!!