Let yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
STEPHANIE BRIARLet yourself go a little wild, a little rough around through the edges; the human spirit wasn’t meant for carefully-curated perfection.
STEPHANIE BRIARI am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
STEPHANIE BRIARI am a phoenix living in a culture of vultures.
STEPHANIE BRIARDo I look as good as I remember, Looking back at you from over my shoulder, smug as the devil?
STEPHANIE BRIARI fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
STEPHANIE BRIARYou’re preserved inside of me; cadaversque. I both acquiesce and atrophy because of it.
STEPHANIE BRIARIf we are what we love, Then I am whatever you are made of.
STEPHANIE BRIARI was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
STEPHANIE BRIARLight finds you just as I once did: an accident that is no accident.
STEPHANIE BRIAR“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
STEPHANIE BRIARThe search for external sources is nothing compared to internal forces.
STEPHANIE BRIARCreatives are neither born nor created. They are activated.
STEPHANIE BRIAROur memories lurch to a reluctant halt in their funeral march, so I can pour salt over them one last time.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
STEPHANIE BRIARIn my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
STEPHANIE BRIAR