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 Mar 2019 Apple on a Rose
Chrissy
In that moment he realised I was looking at everything but him
and that's how he knew
some people float
they float like boats over the reoccurring waves in the silent ocean
they float like burning paper when it escapes the fire and the wind carries it into the night sky
i love that view
if you’ve downed a few bottles it almost looks like it’s dancing
a fiery flame that whips and dips and twirls
i could follow it until it burned to ash
floating, disappearing

i do not drink to forget
i drink to float
i love the feeling of being lost in a blurry night sky that’s glowing with fire light
the warmth of the heat
the smell of the fire and ***** and nature all mixed into one
the taste of the drinks as they get unrecognizable with each sip
the feeling of being there but also being elsewhere
floating
i need that escape when things become overwhelming
floating
laughing, watching, disappearing
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it’s okay to float sometimes
Fear is not in her dictionary
And yes, if you said jump, she would
She is not afraid of heights
Or animals with sharp teeth
Or the water when it gets too deep
Or the sound of thunder during the night
Her heart does not skip a beat when the door squeaks
Her eyes do not see the consequence of jumping without a parachute
Her mind does not play tricks on her in the dark
Her dare-devil reality is no longer a fantasy
She grew up with make-believe stories
But no one ever told her that it wasn't real
So now that she's grown
She will still watch the sky
And imagine herself flying
No fear will ever find her
There's nothing scary about dying
She is fearless.
you're the book he never reads
but he keeps you on his nightstand
anyways.
love hurts
 Jul 2017 Apple on a Rose
Elli
You sighed so much
your lungs almost collapsed.

Is existing the same
as living?

You tell yourself
that "today is the day"
day after day
after day
after day

But depression drags you
back to your bed.
It tells you
"there's another day"
haven't posted in a while b/c i was busy with uni. Actually I need to study for an exam on wednesday and I barely started. welp.
Act
An ounce of action can crush a ton of fear
Her laugh is contagious
Her words are magical
But she doesn't laugh often
And doesn't speak much
Because her laugh is ridiculed
And her words don't make sense to most
So she stays quite
And you never hear her wonderful noise
She is magic.
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