Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
JESSICA WILDE
JESSICA WILDE
Jessica Wilde
“Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.”
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Jessica WildeJessica Wilde The sea calls to me – she promises to set me free, it’s tempting- losing myself in her vastness allowing her to swallow me whole, beckoning me to make her deep darkness my forever home.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde When winter withers – my bones begin to thaw, my lungs crackle as they expand, and the blood in my veins start to flow and I awaken from hibernation – hungry for happiness and eager to let go.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde I lace barbed wire around my heart, constrict it – pull tight, maybe the pain will make it feel alive, and I can pretend it didn’t already die.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Time aches- my words break as if they’re the wings of a captured butterfly as if they’re the seconds that keep ticking by as if they’re embers that refuse to ignite.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Lost journals are steps back home, like the mending of broken bones, like scars that act as patches to my soul, like the measurement marks on my mother’s wall that show just how much I’ve grown.
Jessica WildeJessica Wilde Fireside and free, tangled up in curiosity, dripping in holy honesty, drawing in pure ecstasy, exploring possibilities – a cabin in the woods.
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