where my wild heart lies

and you will always find me seeking, pursuing, and wanting that beautiful place- where my wild heart lies free there are gentle echoes of debussy a warm breeze that cushions my feet and a bright sky that illuminates with such veracity I am unable to see past the light but I am not afraid I…

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– serene chaos

of inner-peace

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travel lethargy: numb goodbyes and anxious hellos

11 September 2018 London Heathrow Terminal 3 20:13 Travel Diary i left like I had arrived. harried and panicked. going through motions, its hard not to feel like leaving is fragmenting as though losing bits of yourself. but arrival is no better, all you’ve got are the pieces of you that survived. i am sitting…

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check on your friends?

trigger warning: suicide, eating disorders, depression

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breathe

it has been hard lately. and it feels as though it is getting heavier still. but always the pen is light. and just as I have done before. i will write myself out of the darkness. breatheūüćÉ Featured Image: @ronyhernandes

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not tonight

sometimes when I see you smile i imagine that it is me you smile for i like to see the small crease on the left side of your lip and there my eyes often linger when you‚Äôre unaware i have dreamt of that fold of your honeyed skin sometimes I think you see me- seeing…

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the heart’s letter

from my heart I wrote you this letter from this letter I wrote you my heart say you love me, love you and I are all tumescence scented roses echoing chambers the heartbeat of the violin in a mournful melody say you love me, love you and I are soaring birds reaching breathing and floating…

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the hard children

the world is a hard place so we raise children with fire and brimstone with grit We harden them to the embodied parts of themselves. prize reason, and rationale over feeling and being the world is a hard place so we raise hard children and so the cycle of the hard world continues perhaps we…

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-breaking apart

sometimes, it feels as though I’m melting spreading into lather-like substance losing firmness consistency breaking apart, slowly- irrevocably a withered fern losing its light other times, melting is like healing its the scabbing of old scars its taking me into surprising new forms its as though the fire of pain came to glue me to…

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