Even from here, I
can see wisps of warmth that you
leave behind. I see
the ghosts of the love
that you give away like the
oxygen you breathe.
I saw excitement
in your eyes when you got your
first telescope; though
I thought at first it
was meant for viewing those stars
you like so much. But
to my surprise, it’s
lense was aimed directly at
me. You laughed when I
hid my glowing red
face behind the trees, knowing
the fault was all yours.
ABOUT
Deetzy is an asexual multi-hobbyist who has been diagnosed with depression, major anxiety, and AuDHD. Though when she first found out about these terms, she was wholeheartedly opposed to aligning with them. She was taught that her problems weren’t as bad as they could be, therefore invalid. She was often brushed aside and told that nothing she dealt with was a big deal from people she should’ve been able to look up to. So she turned to writing as a form of trying to figure out her mind and the very confusing world around her.
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