Notice of absence from Tristan Robert Lange
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Life is full of seasons. This is a season of transition for me, where I will be moving with my family to a new location. As such, with much logistics to consider, I am doing my best to keep up. Please know if I accidentally don't respond, it is not because I am ghosting or becoming distant. Once things settle after the move, I am sure life will return to some normalcy. In the meantime, and always:
Read 👓, Write ✍️, Rise 🌅, Realize 🤯.
Tristan 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
i sit and cry
remembering
all the times
i have tried
to start anew—
to begin fresh—
to be different
than i always am
so that others
will see me,
love me—
take me seriously—
not be this
always awkward,
quirky thing—
a thing...
sometimes even
no
thing.
but i’ve learned,
painfully learned,
i can only be
me.
© 2026 Tristan Robert Lange. All rights reserved.
First published on tristanrobertlange.com, July 8, 2026.
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And you are to those that truly accept you all that you ever need to be. 🙏🕊️
Thank you, my friend. I'm still learning that lesson myself. It sounds simple on paper, but living it is another thing entirely. I really appreciate the encouragement. 🖤🙏🌫️✨
The problem is you tried in the first place, being you is what makes you special! 🌹
Thank you, Teddy. That genuinely encouraged me. 🖤 I think you're right...the hardest part wasn't being me, it was believing that being me could actually be enough. I'm still learning that lesson, and I'm grateful for the encouragement, my friend. 🙏🖤🌫️✨
And my message is that you are definitely enough and when we realise this we live in satisfactory peace, because there are those who will never accept who we are and they are the ones that genuinely don't have self-love remember always. Thank you for inspiring my latest poem dear Tristan. 🌹
All we need is you TRL, exactly how God made you
Thank you, Demar. That genuinely encouraged me. 🖤 I think that's exactly the lesson this poem was trying to reach...that maybe the answer was never becoming someone else, but finally accepting who God created me to be. Thank you, my friend. I appreciate and am thankful for you. 🙏🖤🌫️✨
So much time spent on being something that we are not when all we need to realize is that we are who we are and though we may polish it the stone is set with its flaws and beauty. Well written my friend
Thank you, Soren. That means a great deal to me. 🖤 I really like your image of the stone...still itself, carrying both its beauty and its flaws. I think that's exactly where I'm hoping to arrive...not pretending to be someone else, but becoming more comfortable in my own skin. Thank you, my friend. 🙏🖤🌫️✨
It is my pleasure my friend keep chiseling and polishing it seems to be working well.
A Mr P Solus poem is: 'Something' - a 3,476 verse poem on spinach, of course! lol.
🤣 Orchi, you've officially created a monster. Somewhere, Mr. P. Solus is sharpening his quill, preparing to unleash Something...3,476 verses chronicling the rise and fall of spinach civilization, complete with a tragic arugula subplot. I accept full responsibility for absolutely none of this. 😂🥬📜🖤🙏✨
It'll be Ol' Tom next, and his poem of 4,586 verses on knitting socks; then Obi and his poem of 4,785 verses on sabre-wiedling. We can't keep up with their antics! lol.
I think we spend our life reinventing ourselves.
January the 1st, is our ultimate reinventing time, usually finished by January the 2nd.
Why are we never content.
Thank you, my friend. I think I spent years chasing the next version of myself, believing that one would finally be enough. Writing this poem was, in many ways, admitting I was tired of running. Much appreciated, Paul! 🖤🙏🌫️✨
we cant change our nature, nor should we my friend
Thank you, Norman. That genuinely means a lot. 🖤 I think you're right...our nature isn't something to be discarded. We can grow, mature, and learn, but we don't have to stop being ourselves in the process. I really appreciate your encouragement, my friend. 🙏🖤🌫️✨
you are most welcome
Your poem beautifully captures the transformative journey of self-acceptance, illuminating the struggle for validation and the liberating realization that true worth emerges from embracing one's authentic self, tapping into themes of identity, vulnerability, and the profound desire for meaningful connection.🙏❤️🙏🌹
Thank you, Friendship. That genuinely means a lot to me. 🖤 You really picked up on the heart of what I was trying to say...that the search for acceptance eventually has to become acceptance of ourselves. I'm grateful the poem connected with you, my friend. 🙏🖤🌫️✨
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Amen to this Tristan. A very relatable piece.
- Syd 🍄
Thank you, Syd. Hearing that it felt relatable is about the best compliment this poem could receive. I'm really glad it connected with you, my friend. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
Magically and substantially marked and depicted line from the verge of depersonalisation to being oneself...
Thank you so much, cellinic. I really appreciate that, and I'm glad the journey from depersonalization toward simply being oneself resonated with you. 🖤🙏🦇🐦⬛
Maybe you're trying too hard. I'm probably downright terrible for contentedly being myself, perpetually needing excuses, but you know. If you're truly you, what more do you need except salvation? Beautifully rendered with excellent imagery and a haunting poignancy.
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