Bear's Diary

just get out from my head and heart please i don’t care about your someone that you always talk about everywhere i won’t care about you anymore i won’t i might punch you, and i might punch that someone too this is my anger speaking btw.

i don’t know where this is going maybe nowhere maybe somewhere i haven’t learned how to name yet but if, somehow, all of this is making its way towards me — if the feeling, the timing, the little things i keep wondering about are not entirely mine to carry alone, then i hope you don’t turn away i’m not asking for certainty i’m not asking you to promise me anything i just have this little hope, quiet enough to keep to myself, that maybe, when you finally know where you want to go, it’s towards me if yes, then please do.

You said, “Just let me create another world.” I don’t think you realized it then, but another world isn’t made all at once. It’s made one note, one question, one curious observation at a time. One day, you’ll look back at these words and realize… You weren’t asking for permission. You were describing the beginning .