Misty morning welcomes me as I wander through the trees – calm amidst the chaos of distant memories.
JESSICA WILDEMy mind is not my own. I don’t recognize her when I am alone.
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You were refreshing. Your idea of love infused me with hope and joy.
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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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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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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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Underneath the stars, the weight of living dissolves – releases, breathes, be.
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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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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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I hear your voice say my name and my soul melts slow, I’m a helpless mess.
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Today, cold seeps from my insides out, the frigid rain warm on my skin.
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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.
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I learned all about love from people that didn’t know how to love me.
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Lavender lullabies whispered into night skies, remnants of galaxies cradled closely, as you sleep sweetly, time slips away and so do I.
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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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What do you do, when all the loves you’ve ever known have only been paper moons?
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