When I was a kid, my pockets were always full of rocks. Not necessarily pretty ones, mind you. It was rocks that I found interesting. There was shiny rocks, and weird rocks, and colorful rocks, and split rocks, and metallic rocks.
Now, I boost a lot of stuff. So much in fact, that people have been kindly joking about it for years. “Sylvhem is awake, my timeline is full of her reposts”, they’d said.
Sometimes, it makes me a bit sad. Can’t I make something of my own? Am I incapable to bring something original to the conversation? Am I cursed to ever only share things made by other, more talented, people?
But today I realized: it’s just rocks. It has been rocks all along. I never ceased to stuff my pockets full of rocks, only there are more of them now. Some are thoughts, some are poems, some are drawings. Some are funny, some are beautiful and some are strange. I am a house cat, bringing you her latest catch, so proud of herself, looking for love and acceptance.
Anyway, I hope you’ll enjoy my collection of interesting rocks.
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