Praise the spells and bless the charms, I found April in my arms. April golden, April cloudy, Gracious, cruel, tender, rowdy; April soft in flowered languor, April cold with sudden anger, Ever changing, ever true -- I love April, I love you.
whispers of mauve shadows concealed by a tinted haze of amber colored macaroni. sometimes I glance towards the east and my rocking chair creaks and until my ambitions and dreams have evolved into an Ameoba of intelligence, the table is still set for ambitioned dance
The city lights are breaking the darkness leaving the pieces of my heart shining like broken glass on the cold ground be careful, don't touch them you might get hurt by the fragments the only parts left of my broken heart.
we were never people but maps with worlds to explore an almanac of oceans body parts cut up into states. you were california always so far away and i was alaska in a cold dark place. one day our bodies folded atlas hands joined together splitting mountain ridges to be with one another.
Need to keep reminding myself of my worth. Have to stay strong. Keep a smile on my face. I can do this. Deep breath. I can do this. I know I can. Just one breath after another. Slow that heartbeat down. Keep that pulse regular. Breathe. It won’t get worse from here. Only better. Keep breathing. Think of happy things. New haircut! New tattoo! Sunshine. Warmth. Soft sand. The summer. Cool breeze. Pale skin contrasting everyone else’s tans. Happiness. Love. Balance. Breathe. It’s okay. I’ll be okay. Just keep writing. Calm down. Things magnify in my head. Deep breath. Hold it. Let it go. Let it all go. I’m okay. I’ll be okay. Everything’s okay. It’s all in my head. *Breathe. Breathe and everything will be alright.
Mix all this with self-understanding and self-love.