view of the morning

Olivia Zhang
Letters, Alive
Published in
Dec 14, 2022

14 December 2022

trying to be in awe of everything I see (the vast blueness of today’s dawn) and everything I can do as a human and as myself (converting complex thoughts into entities called words on a glowing rectangle called a screen through a mechanism typing where my dry fingers click and clack through implicit muscle memory) — considering and researching the implications of “homo sapiens” and remembering the days when I could not fathom how people could fly their hands around a keyboard without having to looking down

trying not to think so much into it—existence itself should be worth the attention

trying to embody this awe and draw from it the energy to achieve what I must achieve today for myself

~ Livy

6:30am

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Letters, Alive
Letters, Alive

Published in Letters, Alive

The scribbles in my journals, the ink on pastel sticky notes dotting my walls, the one-line notes on my phone, the words of others remembered and collected like priceless ocean pearls by my reaching hands, to their speakers merely grains of sand on a beach of passing thoughts