lucidus

my writing diary (or something)
2021-04-21 08:40:45 (UTC)

Definitions of the undefinable

I’m a person of natural museums, art museums, arboretums, libraries, forests, lakeshores, wooden cabins. I’m a person of cloudy and rainy days. I’m a thinker and daydreamer, always creating other worlds and characters in my head. I’m a guardian of animals, sometimes brought down by that sense of responsibility. I’m a learner and a life-long student of the universe, unable to imagine a life without continuous expansion of understanding. I’m a lone wolf but never lonely by default, I walk my own path - however strange that path may seem to others, as long as it makes sense to me. I’m a hopeless romantic with a melancholic heart. Sometimes I’m a person of burning passion and shooting for the stars just to explore what lies beyond. Sometimes I’m heavy as a pile of black rocks on a stormy beach, beaten by the endless waves. Sometimes the flame within me almost fizzles out. Some other days I live. Through it all, I’m a forest critter. I’m a soft and sensitive being. I’m consciousness, a soul, a mysterious box of intuition.




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