messenger of spring nightingale with a voice of longing

A proper ending is necessary so poison doesn't linger and wounds can heal

the timid lungs hesitate to fill up after a drowning

It is not enough to invoke the past; there must also be a belief that getting the story right matters.

I find myself terrified it's not about the overwhelming journey, but that the terrible predicaments I endure are my own and sole fault

Am I trying hard enough? Am I trying at all? Am I trying all I can? I can't decide which answer scares me the most

Feel the shame crave and seek the inevitable The desperate way to eyes who watch no dawn But one day all I'll see are raven feathers 'Til then I shall revel in what to me is known

Just as sure as the lady in black will always come for mortals, is the return of curiosity. I can always count on the will to find out, to discover, to learn; the eternal pull that makes easier to accept the absurdity of reality.

One's existence isn't a measurable, qualifyable thing and yet I find myself questioning if I am enough, if I can be enough, if I can give enough

I love you. I want us both to eat well.

And the bitter taste lingers indefinitely

The worst kind of loneliness is the one where you have abandoned yourself

I'll miss you 🍀 :(

So, even though you have broken my heart yet again, I wanted to say, in another life, I would have really liked just doing laundry and taxes with you.

Hi 🍀

once we’ve overcome pain, can we smile again?

i want to say somewhere: i've tried to be forgiving. and yet. there were times in my life, whole years, when anger got the better of me. ugliness turned me inside out. there was a certain satisfaction in bitterness. i courted it. it was standing outside, and i invited it in.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger, so why not crack your skull when the mind swells. A thought bigger than your own head.

and he has roots in me, all his spindly roots in me, and i can't think nothin' anymore but his voice and his words!

i lost myself so many years ago that i hesitate to try to find myself again. i am afraid to begin. existing so often gives me palpitations. i am so afraid to be myself. i am so dangerous.