Burning souls, shredded hearts, and eyes swollen of intense crying and midnight reading; cosmic threads evolving into greener beings.
Rub that old wound over and over again; know that it is friction that creates heat, and know that heat is a synonym for warmth.
Set yourself on fire; know that you’re a phoenix made for a constant rebirth, and know that fire is your friend.
Tear your heart apart over lost causes and pieces of art; know that the voids you make can turn into light wells if you let it.
Don't let wine, or poets, fool you; unroll beyond time and space.
Jun 19, 2015
Jun 19, 2015 at 8:10 AM UTC
Burning souls, shredded hearts, and eyes swollen of intense crying and midnight reading; cosmic threads evolving into greener beings.
Rub that old wound over and over again; know that it is friction that creates heat, and know that heat is a synonym for warmth.
Set yourself on fire; know that you’re a phoenix made for a constant rebirth, and know that fire is your friend.
Tear your heart apart over lost causes and pieces of art; know that the voids you make can turn into light wells if you let it.
Don't let wine, or poets, fool you; unroll beyond time and space.