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august Apr 2017
stars / wandering constellations painting my spine /silver mellow wishes and fairy dust dreams / divine promises / moonlight kisses / soft melodies/ white pastel bones made of glitter and gold / exquisite wonders / infinite bliss
a galaxy in the making
august Apr 2017
oceans colliding in between your ribcage / rivers overflowing in your heart / never ending waves crashing against your bones / the heaviness takes your body in its grip / eternal drowning in your head / no room to breathe / it hurts to think / your thoughts become violent storms / everything is loud / you can not hear yourself speak / you want to escape your body and find safety / allowing yourself to gasp for air to know what it's like to feel alive again
august Apr 2017
i write when
my body feels too
heavy to carry my heart
so i let the paper and ink
find peace for me
august Apr 2017
now that you’re gone

i found myself

blooming into a 
beautiful flower
i don’t need

your water to

keep me alive
august Apr 2017
i am creation

i am destruction 

there is fire

raging inside
and i am born

from the ashes

i swallow
do not try
 to make 

a safe place
out of me
august Apr 2017
i am not fragile
i am a refined weapon
i will own fear
and it will fear me
i am no longer afraid
i am a revolution
painted sliver and gold

— The End —