When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
JESSICA WILDEYour laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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And the world seems just a little bit warmer, and the sun shines slightly brighter than it used to, and the days pass differently than before, and time is no longer stuck in a loop.
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Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
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I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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