I’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
JESSICA WILDEI’m half agony, half hope – like I’m a freshly cut bone, like the last stone that was held – then not thrown, like a garden where inspiration roots but never grows.
JESSICA WILDEAnd 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.
JESSICA WILDEI hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
JESSICA WILDEYou were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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.
JESSICA WILDEYou hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
JESSICA WILDEExpanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
JESSICA WILDEI learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
JESSICA WILDEMisty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
JESSICA WILDELost 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.
JESSICA WILDEFireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
JESSICA WILDEYou break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
JESSICA WILDEWhat do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
JESSICA WILDEI lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
JESSICA WILDEWhen rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
JESSICA WILDETime 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.
JESSICA WILDE