Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
JESSICA WILDEYou hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Your 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.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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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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I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
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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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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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