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.
JESSICA WILDEWouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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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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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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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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I 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.
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Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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I love you – like a lighthouse and the sea, like mountaintops and valleys, like how the sun breathes life into leaves without even touching.
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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.
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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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