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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Your words once a melody, now read like an obituary.
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Surely I could never be certain of how many stars I’ve counted in the sky or of how such tiny particles can be build into wild-eyed stories like Aquarius and Cassiopeia. I could read you as I would the constellations and never tire.
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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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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 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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Caution! This vehicle stops quite frequently when overwhelmed.
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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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I hide behind olive branches. So afraid of others knowing what lay beneath the broken rifle. The reality hitting the pavement like bullets that stem from war.
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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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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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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’m used to falling, calling out timber right before the impact.
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Your voice causes a power surge that courses through the veins, feeds off bones, minors in replay.
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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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Remember me in burnt coffee mornings, warm hugs, fresh sunday snow. Know that you loved me too cautiously.
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