AWE - Blog Posts

ochako page

I love music. So much. I love art. I love poetry. I love language and writing and verse. I love oil on canvas and I love a child’s muddy handprint on the wall.

I love sunsets and I love sunrises. I love desert storms and I love typhoons. I love expression, and experience, and the awe that is accrued by taking a breath.

And I am so fucking tired of being called pretentious, or dramatic, or a try-hard for finding art in all things.

There's a strength in the palms of my hands.

And I sit in awe of it.

A short lifetime of climbing my way up and through.

Gifted and abused are my fingers.

Peppered with calluses and scars.

And I find I like it, this simple fact about myself.

It could have been true of a lot of people.

But in this moment it is my truth

“Your heart is like a gemstone; multi-faceted and beautiful. I see how it sparkles”

Boris: I’m cold.

Bendy: What? *Removes jacket* I told you to bring more layers, but you didn’t listen and now- *piling scarves on him* now I have to make sure you don’t freeze to death and- *takes someone else’s hat* how long have you been cold? You should have said something sooner.