I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
HANNAH PEARLWrite me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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Don’t bother finding a soulmate. Your aunt tells you, your fluffy scrambled eggs are the best she’s had and dammit, you can enjoy those all by yourself. No need to share the wealth.
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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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You ever stare at something so long the colors blend together? Even the most neutral tones take on a life of their own, fold themselves into shapes that morph into creatures – wolves and goblin.
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Write me as if I were already a poem. Pen the stanzas as if storms and ships could birth something sacred. Color it a religious experience.
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If I had a wishing well, I’d wish you well. That the skies hold the key to all you’ve ever wanted, with or without me.
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Indigo child, you hid secret under graves, picked at the lamb stuck between teeth, felt around for monsters we once reaped. But the monster turned out to be free.
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I waited, quietly listened, cupped my ear to your mouth, but silence echoed grievously in the absence of sound. It was only warm breath and then emptiness.
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You have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
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If I’m wrong about you, let’s face it instead of fading like tire marks swallowed by rain. Run me into the midst of a storm. Leave me to drown there.
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I’ve been afraid to look at the woman in the mirror. Everyday she looks less and less like me. It makes me wonder if I’ll ever find my way back home.
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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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Needle in a haystack, a small town on a roadmap, searching for you through the abstract- how incredibly hard to find.
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