Hi, I’m just a frog. I wear a blue sweater, red lounge pants, and some old slippers that have seen better days.
I live in a small wooden room with a fan that spins like time itself, a dusty record player, and a flag that reminds me of somewhere I’ve never been.
People call me a meme. But I’m more than that. I’m just… existing. Processing. Feeling. Trying to stay soft in a loud, fast world.
“I try to look normal every day… but deep down, I just want to sit quietly and listen to vinyls.”
“These slippers? They’re my shield. This fan? My therapist.”
“I’m not avoiding life. I’m just waiting to see if it notices me first.”
I dress for peace, but my brain runs marathons.
I look chill, but I’m asking the universe big
questions between every blink.
I say I’m fine, but the fan and I both know that’s a lie.
