I haven’t wept for days, only shuffling feet, carrying weights, ignoring the pain, numbing the face. Its all a charade.
HANNAH PEARLI 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.
More Hannah Pearl Quotes
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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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You will be the ocean. Strong enough to tighten the sails and safe enough to jump ship for.
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You are worthy of feeling incredibly and unapologetically alive.
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Love is believable. I reckon I’ll just see it when I see it.
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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.
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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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I miss you a little less each day. You’re just a faded memory now – delicate; tucked away.
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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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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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When 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.
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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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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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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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The moon may bring peace, but the sun, she offers resilience.
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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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