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.
HANNAH PEARLIf 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.
HANNAH PEARLIf y’all like spooky season just examine my brain. It’s plastered across this page on display.
HANNAH PEARLMy god is a moment, a whimsical idea, a whisper. A hope bending itself into a prayer.
HANNAH PEARLSome 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.
HANNAH PEARLI am hurting. I am angry. I am one hundred and thirty-two synonyms of regret, but atleast its proof that I was here.
HANNAH PEARLI miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
HANNAH PEARLIt wasn’t enough fading under surfaces, below waves, swollen pufferfish retracting this inflated love that not even you could believe in.
HANNAH PEARLIndigo 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.
HANNAH PEARLLove is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
HANNAH PEARLYou are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
HANNAH PEARLYou have always been enough. Allow yourself to finally feel it.
HANNAH PEARLYou will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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.
HANNAH PEARLAnd 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.
HANNAH PEARLDon’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.
HANNAH PEARLWhen words tripped off the side of your grin, I felt the statement slip toward my ear like the slide of a skateboard on griptape – how it led me to hate a sport I’ve never even tried.
HANNAH PEARL