Some days, my mind will still be in prison, but I will live in spite of it. I unlearn how to swim; I trade my gills for lungs and wings.
STEPHANIE BRIARTrauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
More Stephanie Briar Quotes
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Last night, I sent you home with a kiss and a promise. I hope you still believe in roses.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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Love me until oblivion paints your portraits on my eyelids, sinking by eons into distance that never separates us.
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Trauma has deep roots indeed, but that doesn’t mean you shouldn’t pull the weeds.
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We usually seek the divine in the sky, But religion is best found on the ground. Nature is our true creator.
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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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In my dreams we got past the parking lot; you took me past the old, oak door, led me up onto the vacant altar, and offered me to every god whose name you invoked as you worshipped my body.
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When you focus on directing your energy away from harm and toward healing, you feed the soul and starve the ego.
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To the oppressed with no seat on the table; dreaming of change and better days, I will pull up a chair, and light fires in your name.
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I pressed the dress to my nose, and found what was left of your ghost. It was then that I remembered how to cry.
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I am strong. My heart still hopes. My mind still dreams. My soul still craves pouring energy into everything that I love.
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I was looking for you in all the places our love used to be. When all along I should have been looking for me.
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Standing in your power scares a lot of people. You become something formidable, intimating, and aspirational all at once.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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I would throw down roots with you if I ever had the chance. We’d grow strong in tender shoots, and bloom in burning hands.
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