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It’s so miniscule— this interval, this growing up You fool yourself into believing it won’t ever end, as if you could turn it back to the beginning like a radio dial and let that hot-pink rapture pour over you again and always but eventually it comes to a close and as I look back on my own I feel like digging it a grave, giving it a proper ceremony Here Lies a Brief Forever the epitaph would say Here lies unearthly hardship my hands gripping that first notebook a screen door thrown open dresses I wore and grew out of wildflowers picked too soon a head scribbled dark with sadness glitter and one-sided love bathrooms I wept in swooping optimism woods astir with light heartsick surreal courage evolution expansion people who didn’t understand and people who did moon dancing the carpet where I spilled English Breakfast the road where I slashed my knee open and blood flew everywhere breakdowns the rush of space between vocals and bass drop snowflakes blinked away my father gone my mother remaining credit-rolling darkness and a girl hair I wanted straight until I didn’t stars burning and seething ice rinks aloneness and unity and aching forward motion
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Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
The Burial
It’s so miniscule— this interval, this growing up You fool yourself into believing it won’t ever end, as if you could turn it back to the beginning like a radio dial and let that hot-pink rapture pour over you again and always but eventually it comes to a close and as I look back on my own I feel like digging it a grave, giving it a proper ceremony Here Lies a Brief Forever the epitaph would say Here lies unearthly hardship my hands gripping that first notebook a screen door thrown open dresses I wore and grew out of wildflowers picked too soon a head scribbled dark with sadness glitter and one-sided love bathrooms I wept in swooping optimism woods astir with light heartsick surreal courage evolution expansion people who didn’t understand and people who did moon dancing the carpet where I spilled English Breakfast the road where I slashed my knee open and blood flew everywhere breakdowns the rush of space between vocals and bass drop snowflakes blinked away my father gone my mother remaining credit-rolling darkness and a girl hair I wanted straight until I didn’t stars burning and seething ice rinks aloneness and unity and aching forward motion
#sadness#nostalgia#grief#teenagers#adolescence
claire-mcculley
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claire-mcculley
20/Cisgender Female
Apr 15, 2015
Apr 15, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
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