I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
JESSICA WILDEI learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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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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Wouldn’t it be enchanting if pixie dust and fairy wings could fix all our broken dreams?
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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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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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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.
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I am fierce yet fragile – cradle me with care, I can shred your soul, light you on fire, or send you into the dark abyss – the difference between us is – I wouldn’t dare.
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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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Expanding like the universe, I discovered galaxies within. To break glass ceilings: Breath in trust, exhale doubt-beckon bravery.
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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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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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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.
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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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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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