a reading 路 deflection
your joke is a lovely place to hide
for the one who turns every wound into a punchline.
you are the funny one. you fill the silence before it can get heavy, you crack the joke the second someone looks too closely, and you are, quietly, one of the loneliest people in every room you light up.
the humour is not fake. it is a real gift, and it was also armour. if you got there first, if you laughed before anyone else could, then nothing could land on you that you had not already turned into a bit.
a poppy is bright, almost comic, a splash of red in a grey field. but it has surprisingly deep roots, and it grows in the ground that was broken. joy, with something real holding it up.
the wit does not have to go. it just gets to carry weight now instead of deflecting it. you can land the joke and, sometimes, sit in the silence the joke would have filled. people still laugh. they also, sometimes, go quiet, because what you said meant something.
let one true sentence out today without a punchline chasing it. i am not okay is a whole sentence. that is the sage arriving, the one whose humour finally tells the truth instead of hiding from it. daisy can take the real thing, no joke required.
this is the poppy's reading
in full bloom, the jester becomes the sage. take the bloom quiz to see if the poppy is yours, or plant it in daisy and let her hold the thread with you.