Am I set aside or isolated,
Like a little girl among trees?
Taught to fear the Bad Wolf,
Through my grandmother's stories.

Am I set aside or isolated,
Like grain of sand in an hourglass?
Put away for display,
Only purposeful while it lasts.

Am I set aside or isolated,
Like succulent in a condo?
Deprived of sun, drowned in water,
Bought for someone else's sorrow.

Am I set aside or isolated,
Like a bird with clipped wings?
I have feathers, I could sing,
But was never meant for soaring.

Am I set aside or isolated?
Now I'm pondering in despair.
They say I'm meant for something great,
But not allowed to do better.

"The bad wolf, it'll **** me."
"Outside the glass, I'd be blown away."
"The pretty sun, it might scorch me."
"In my safe bird cage, I'll watch... but stay."

We could've held the stars, yk!
And dance under the gloomy moonlight
We could've fought,
For us, the existence alone.
We could've held on
And not let it slip out,
It wasn't a handful of sand!
We could've simply tried,
Atleast, that's what they've been teaching us!
'Trying never leads to disappointment'
Even a handful of sand would've stayed either...
But...
That's it
We,
We could've...
But!


                            𝘵𝘤𝘸/𝘷𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘰𝘷

Your hands are weapons that know no mercy
You bring them to your face and draw a map
I trace the ridges, the bridges, the mountains
The clumps of skin that crisscross on your mouth

The overwelming wave of sadness when the last person you were able to text goes offline at 3AM and you're alone in your bed just thinking about what comes next.

"Goodnight"

until your lights come undone
And the sun deport its creators
And seek you instead;
Every person you came to love was already dead and they shoved their corpses and broken teeth down your throat like a blackhole branch and nostalgic chaos
cremating all the bodies they’ve occupied, but still it tasted too familiar to your common sense that  you let it.
Or is it okay as long as it's spoiler free, and less relevant to your story standards, and case scenario?

Everything hits different at night

It’s okay

to feel the sun kissed heat
to feel the burnt sand on your feet
to get numb caused by a swim on the beach

It’s okay to just be you.
Without pretending to put the smile
You thought will do.

- Summers she never missed.