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.
HANNAH PEARLIf 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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My god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
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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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The autumn breeze carves out an ache in your memory.
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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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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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I’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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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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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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I am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
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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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The hardest part is when the leaves abandon the trees. I seem to always lose a part of me.
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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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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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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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