The only one I ever fear is she who haunts my dreams. The one who carries my heart. She loves me more than life. She knows everything about me. I'm her world. I'll be her grave.
i have grown flowers out of the marrow of my bones i have harbored seeds from the blood that flows i have created skies from the pain in my eyes and i do it all for you, my wildflower
A bristle, a tumbleweed Resting on the sand Staying out of harms way The best way that it can Moving on when it’s time to go A passing breeze A wind that blows Towards wastelands that have long since closed Known best for their skull and bones And where dangers always lurking
i am bone-tired and befogged with melancholia; i cannot wait to fall and bounce cheerlessly in a field of forlorn, arenaria flowers, all over the sunless forest floor. leave me be — a strange girl in a sleepy, run-down town. leave me be — a hopeless case in my own quiet apocalypse.