Pitcher of sunlight lemonade & a star-drunk galaxy
Throw your arms wide open, let the world rush in
What do I want? I want everything. I want to be everything. Give me the sun melting into a honeycomb sky. Give me the moon dipped in cream. Let me swirl like caramel in a hot pot, sticky and golden.
I am deliciously one with my body, and sometimes I stand in front of the mirror and laugh so hard I scare myself. I love myself without thinking, the way a sunflower tilts to the light. The voices in my head cheer me on. My giggles turn fizzy champagne—effervescent, endless. Have you ever noticed how ice-cold bubbles and a tongue burned by cocoa both sing the same song? Alive. Vibrant. Full of nerve endings, full of life.
I dance in my underwear with the music up so loud it could reach Mars. I’ve stopped lying to myself. There’s a star-drunk galaxy tucked under my ribs.
What do I want? It’s a question made for daydreamers and stargazers, for people who’ve just realized they’ve got two feet on the ground and a limitless sky above. Planning is fine, but imagining—oh, that’s the sugar rush.
I want to feel the itch of life stretching its limbs inside me. I want to feel it scratch my ribcage. I want to write lists just so I can cross every single thing off and add a few extras at the bottom. I want you to ask me that question so I can grin and give you an answer so big it spills out of your notebook and onto your brown oxfords.
If you really, truly, sincerely asked me what I want, I’d stop talking. I’d throw my arms wide open, and the world would rush in. I’d become glitter and gold dust, morning dew and freshly baked bread. I’d be the question and the answer.
You’d hear the sound of a kite string snapping in the wind as it disappears into the blue.
Self-love isn’t something you do—it’s more like a sparkly little ta-da! moment when you remember who you really are. The real you is pure, glowy, heart-shaped love. All those ideas, thoughts, and swirling feelings? They’re just like bubbles—pretty for a moment but poof! Gone. But the love you are? That’s the golden thread running through everything.
It’s like... this cozy sense of belonging, this warm awareness curling back toward itself, whispering, “I’m always here.” That’s the magic! The love you’re chasing? Surprise! It’s been here the whole time, waiting for you to notice.
It’s like unraveling something backward, you know? Like solving a puzzle but the answer was tucked in your pocket all along.
PS: This weeks top-read is Love Is Obvious by Lexi Brown who writes
I’ll see you next Wednesday!
Iloveyou 🧡
Such a bright and breezy post this week Mo, and sure it is OK to love yourself, but as my husband would say you also have to like yourself, a slightly different concept. It is great to feel good about yourself and be happy in your body, I wouldn’t want it any other way. Catch you next time
I was looking for songs similar to the lemon tree by fools garden, an attempt to induce some yellows, and i found this post instead, which was just THE PERFECT MATCH. Thankyou :')