El diario de Alguien ☾1☽

☑◇ 11:52 PM - 17/sep/25 ◇ ٭

From my childhood, I remember looking out for my inner child. I've always wanted to nurture her, protect her, make her dreams come true, and bring to life the vision she had for our adulthood. It got to the point where, over time, I sort of split into two; her, and the one looking after her. It's a thin line between motivation and clinging on to life. I've died, several times, hit rock bottom and been reborn only to die again, and when I thought it was the last time, it happened again, and here we are.

I find myself at that point once more, on the sharp edge that leaves me deciding whether to fall or take flight. If it weren't for my lovely inner child, I'd plummet, but since I can't fly so I stay put, dangling my feet and enjoying the blue sky; it's beautiful, life is beautiful.

But today is different, it doesn't ache, and I feel myself touch upon lightness, and it finally happened, it happened yesterday, and it was a sudden arrow to the heart before the fleeting spark that passed; My inner child grew up, so it's my turn to grow too. And now I see it, this is beyond a number, it's just that; I'm a grown-up.

She asked me to grow too, and she dreamt it's time I formed my own dreams. And that's interesting, I always thought I wanted the same things she did, and I did, but time moved on and it's no longer compatible with the time my mind got stuck in.

Now I, observe, there's no one to look after me like I looked after her, and I'm no longer there for myself. Which, honestly, is freeing, it's pleasant and lovely, I suppose I can rest in that sense and focus on me.

But what does my empty shell of dreams want? A lemonade? Well, I could scoff a tray of a thousand sushi rolls, yeah, but that's another thing, jUjÚ.

Anyways, my sweet friends (which I don't have), I'm chuffed to announce I'm free from myself and I'll step out into life as someone responsible and alive. This feels like a mint crystal, I feel jittery about coming down from my castle and soaking up the sun. I reckon good things are on the way already.

Well, good luck possible existence reading my ridiculously started and internet-published diary. 

Atte: Alguien sin insomnio. ✰