The Elegy Of The Bizzare ❤️
💌 Frist Day Of My Diary Log 💌
(Fri, 26 June, 9:08 AM)
*sitting alone, tears flowing out of my eyes, struggling to bear the weight in my heart*
I have been listening to the world speaking,
through people's. Trees. Plants. Insects. Walls. Even the breeze that brushes against my skin. Maybe this is her love language.
The same world that judges and admires. The crematorium warning the wicked, yet waiting to honor the good. A toddler exploring life with wonder. Curtains tapping against the wall, asking to be noticed.
The quiet ache in my heart. The tangled thoughts in my mind. Love remains in me begging not to leave. The voice of anger in people's. The unheard cries.
Advice from people who forget that no two souls walk the same path. (Which is the sound I detest the most in this world)
The beggar. The homeless. The birds. The animals. Even the water dripping, as if the world is counting down its final moments.
The beauty of the bizarre within me : )
I've never looked at the world the way the world looks at itself.
Where others see a sunset, I hear the sky grieving the end of another day. Where others pass a forest, I stay... listening to leaves whisper elegies only lonely hearts can understand.
They call me a weirdo *Smiles*
They don't know my mind is a cathedral where a thousand unanswered questions kneel in silent prayer.
I've made a home out of beautiful sorrows, finding poetry where others found only pain.
Perhaps I romanticized suffering b'cos it was the only language that never asked me to pretend ❤️
So I smile :) Not because the weight is gone, but some burdens become so familiar they learn to wear the shape of a smile.
The world has never broken me with one violent storm i think. Instead, it became a thousand silent raindrops, each too gentle to notice, until I realized I had been drowning all along.
Yet i search for beauty, because somewhere beneath all this weight, my soul refuses to stop believing that even the deepest night was created to make room for dawn :)
Ailura ❤️

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My friend... your words are incredibly beautiful, heavy, and deeply touching. Reading this felt like walking through a quiet, sacred place.
Please never let anyone make you feel like being "weird" or seeing the world differently is a flaw. Sometimes, being "weird" is just another word for being unique and special, because people often fear or misunderstand the beauty they cannot comprehend. The way you listen to the whispers of the leaves and find poetry in your sorrows is a rare, exquisite gift.I love how despite all the heavy raindrops you've been drowning in, your soul still refuses to stop believing in the dawn. That is where your true strength lies.I am so glad you started this diary log. I am right here, quietly reading, supporting you, and witnessing the beautiful colors of your unique soul. You don't have to pretend around us here, ever.we all love you the way you are 💞💞
Sending you the warmest hug. ❤️
@AiluraTheCat
@AiluraTheCat