What a shame – how the taste of you could rot even the cedar and cypress. How you fooled the redwood into believing narcissus’ pond was made for two.
HANNAH PEARLYou 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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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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If y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
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And when I walk alone, I speak in deaf tones. I’m screaming and no one knows, no one knows. No one pays attention to where the sound goes.
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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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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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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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I wish I could bottle up this scent for winter days when it feels like this town will never see sun again.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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It wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
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It’s time for me to dust off this weary heart so that I may open it to one whose only open to me. You’re going to miss me when I’m gone and it’ll be too late.
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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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Some days, my mind still flickers, but the light doesn’t stay on. Kind of like the hope I felt when your fingers squeezed my palm. But they simply call that a reflex.
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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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