Jump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMERJump. See whose at the bottom when you land on your feet.
MOOMERI long to be in a moment where it feels magic is real. Where time actually stops around us.
MOOMERI will always remember you. And the way I bloomed. Not with you, but after you.
MOOMERIf only he would look at me. Look at me the way I look at poetry.
MOOMERThe way that the water reflects off of her eyes, tells me a story of beautiful pain.
MOOMERShe’s got a glow about her. The kind that says- She’s been through some dark pain, but she’s lighting her own way now.
MOOMERThe beautiful yet chaotic irony of it all is that; because of you, I lost myself, and yet, because of you, I found myself.
MOOMERI watched him make wishes on shooting stars and dandelions, while I stood there never knowing if I was enough.
MOOMERShe stopped letting him clip her wings, and slowly made her way towards the sun.
MOOMERI remember how I used to beg for his time, and now all you want is to give me all of yours.
MOOMERI’ve been in a daze the last few days, just wanting all of this to fade away.
MOOMERI closed a lot of doors, that used to be wide open. Bolted them shut so you couldn’t break them down again.
MOOMERI finally found the peace of mind, that let me erase that piece of time.
MOOMERShe decided to name the stars. And as each one fell from the sky, her body got warmer. Her heart opened.
MOOMERSometimes its easier to focus on the pain you’ve felt. Instead, think of the strength you’ve gained.
MOOMERI hope hearing my name makes you break. Not all at once, but little by little.
MOOMER