NOT someone else [or else’s].

The question is, “Where will I be if I’m not from where I am now?”

“What will I be, who will I be, how will it be?” Let me add.

I did NOT dare (and I do not dare) wish I was someone else [or someone else’s], for I knew that, “that someone else” could NOT have survived this given state of job, these physical, mental, and emotional state, the material pinholes, and the unending life choices, [or to be “that someone else’s” could NOT have taken half past of what I did, head-on].

This life, its literacy, its advancement…all of it.

No one could have done this exactly or better than how I perfectly did so. 🤍 [or no one could have done this exactly or better with me, apart from me].

SCD

NOT me (u) noticing.

Sometimes I think He placed me from where I was – my job and undertakings, even my life choices, to mold and amplify me, whilst providing for me.

And I was so in awe He’s doing this without a notice. Or without me (or you) noticing.

SCD

Rough Whites and Nudes: A Lookbook

There’s something illustrative about the quiet mystery and soft elegance of white: a broad spectrum of ivory, nudes, beige, cream, and yellows that make me instrospect the artistry of visions. 💛✨

I like whites. When I say “whites”, it’s not just white. It is “whites”.

– SCD

📸: SMDGC

Choose: eat like a king or scavenge like a pauper. 🎭

When people have more time to tell lies than the truth, let me ask: “Are they living life too well?”

SCD

Mirror, mirror. Who’s the deadliest of ‘em all? 🖋️

To secure or to scare?

SCD

I was in a dream I wished I didn’t wake up from. 🍃

I angled myself closely to him, holding his hand, and dreamt of another beautiful encounter: to breathe in his neck and whisper something beautiful in his right ear until morning light welcomed me.

He was my lover, but a stranger in my waking life.

Nevertheless, I would choose him. Always choose him – if only to drift myself back to sleep, I will.

To see him and feel him again.

And to say those words he longed to hear.

From me.

‘Till I feel you, again, my love.

SCD

Like a Meteorite from Henri Purnell 💚💫

Here’s to an unexpected riff to “to my astronomy of hope” blog post on the 8th of November, 2023. ✨💫☄️

I had no idea this song would be released. I was living in an Olympian coven of heavenly dreams, oh, so well.

P.S. I stan multi-talented artists like Purnell. He can write songs, he can knit and crochet [it’s the way I discovered him on Youtube shorts from his crochet projects], and he can be good-looking while undergoing a chronic illness. 🥹 Let’s support him! 💚

Here’s the link to this newly released single entitled “Meteorite”.

SCD

To my bittersweet lemonade —

Life may, at times, throw us bitter lemons we think we couldn’t make less of anything. But they’re, still, lemons. 🍋

Thanks for sprinkling sugar to life’s concentrate. 🍸

Times are telling us to let things be, as they should be; hence, the halt.

Padayon, BL. 💛

SCD

To my astronomy of hope —-

Days just end, but nights enter. And when they do, they’re mystic but beautiful. As the sun sets, so does moon enter. It’s your time to shinee.

So keep on shininggg. Magestically. 🌙💫

Goodnight! May this night shower you skydusts of hopes and meteorites of wishes.

SCD

of blue and calm waters. and peace amidst adrift things.

I dreamt of a strange, but beautiful and calm blue waters of the ocean and swam through it. 🌊 It was a large ocean, but then I swam through it amidst my fears of the waters. For the first time time there were no waves but peaceful people swimming through it and lovely creatures enjoying the water. 🩵

SCD