you know, on the brink of extinction, how about you

I suffered from other kinds of pangs. I was prone to the most excessive dreaming

keep naming all
your fallen stars
after me, darling

i want to lay on an open grassland, look at the soft white clouds against deep blue sky and feel simple

You didn't want to see how big of a boat you needed for this journey, so you preferred to open your chest and just let whole oceans pour outwards, in a swift chance to make sure you get all the predictions and possibilities just right.

she’s an overgrown,
hidden cemetery
disguised as a sad girl

Strange goddess, witch, and daughter of night,

The keening stars, the tide of sky.

wandering through graveyards, whispering to crows

i want to know how your sighs taste when the words don't come & how your hands feel when there's nothing left to hold.

A storm that rages to fury, bleeding me between your hands and your mouth where each syllable is lost.

silence.

would you care for the
quintessential melodies
my violent heart exudes

or the wrapped tranquillity
of the violets growing in my
soul soliloquies, darling

yet birdsong adorned, and
caressed by creatures,
a rhythmic passion, my
mind will always beat for

you

villas of violets
erupt violently
within the gardens
she grows in her heart

The pain never goes away,
darling, you just try your
best not to hold it so close.

it's a secret i keep tucked inside my chest, with this heart of mine that's guilty not remorseful.

.

“She liked to be alone; she liked to be herself.”

― Virginia Woolf
.

Leila Forés
.

It's always the sad memories that call me.

she speaks to him in birdsong,
in notes of lunar languages,
in seductive sky soliloquies