I fall headlong into everything that lights me on fire. I know not of restraint. I was born to burn.
STEPHANIE BRIARWhen I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Our story bleeds from my eyes until I cannot tell the stars from streetlights.
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“Ashes”, we once thought, but the embers in our eyes might have bought us time.
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The pain of your memory is sharp enough to be felt the nails raked along my back by somebody else.
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When I was a child, I used to fear monsters under the bed. I have since learned that most monsters are found within. And they are always worth fighting.
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Anxiety is living with an apple on your head and you imagine that everyone you know stands watching with a bow to shoot an arrow at it.
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In the absence of you I look to the moon and pray that the stars light my way, too.
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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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As if flesh and skin and hands are any match for bullets. As if bones won’t crack in hails of powder and lead. As if rivers of blood are not the direct result of trigger fingers that bend but do not break on “bad days”.
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Emotion = Energy in motion.
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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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The glint of mischief in your eyes is the flint in my matchstick. Striking; always this close to igniting.
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The day I made peace with my pain was the day I was born again.
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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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In my dreams you conjure me like a spell in the night. Let us haunt one another with uneasy peace, and die burning alive.
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How do you sleep soundly, knowing you traded roses for weeds?
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