Those closest to me. Didn’t know the true state of my mentality.
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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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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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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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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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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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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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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I know I haven’t told you, but I also know, that you’ve felt my love.
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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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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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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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A wooded winter trail awaits, no footprints pressed upon the snow – a path I dared not once to take but now – I must go.
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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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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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Loving you is like breathing in freshly fallen snow-baptized mornings.
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