Here I am again, chasing shadows, as if I’m peter pan convincing Wendy not to grow up – I’m waiting for you in the between place. Dreaming and never quite awake.
JESSICA WILDEI learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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.
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I simply cannot hold onto hope, it aches like possibilities never reached, I’m bubbling over with grief – this chaos has caused so much loss and fatigue.
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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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And the world seems just a little bit warmer, and the sun shines slightly brighter than it used to, and the days pass differently than before, and time is no longer stuck in a loop.
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Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
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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.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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Your laughter sounds like a galactic symphony, your eyes shine magic like Saturn’s rings, and your golden hair flares like the sun. I smile as I rock the universe to sleep and sing of stars that twinkle deep within your dreams.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Cider and candor and cranberry kisses, firelight dancing – lowered inhibitions, our eyes caught up in intimate moments, soaking in these cinnamon-spiced secrets.
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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.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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