I am swept beneath your current – it pulls me in, and I don’t even try to swim.
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.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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You break everything you touch. Why was I surprised when you broke me too?
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You hold a piece of me I will never get back. Be even tender.
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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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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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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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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 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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My mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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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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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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