I chip and carve until I’m a corpse – a bone with no marrow, or a sparrow without wings, a vein without wings, a vein without blood, a puppet with no strings.
JESSICA WILDELost 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.
More Jessica Wilde Quotes
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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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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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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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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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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 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.
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When rules don’t make sense, ask questions, break barriers, rise above it all.
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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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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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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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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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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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