I don't mind how many times I'm going to bid you goodnight tonight. But no matter how many time, I'd still keep saying it, telling you goodnight. Because you'll always have a good night. Darky starry night leaning on her shoulder, singing sweet songs through the back of thee ear along with the bird night. Lullaby for a princess. It's me and you tonight locked in affection, exodus (departure) is evil, wish it's a lifetime Pathos. In mine heart I hold you close. Thy love grew a shield-tree upon the surface of mine heart, under which I abide and its fruit indemnity and gratify me. Sometimes I wonder how beauty heaven is having bestowed His angel unto the earth and that angel I have found, and is you my girl. #C9_fm
Cold to the touch / this scene is a long dream / bio-luminescent submarine / keep it light / keep it moving / this whole dream is all of me / illuminating needles on the barometer / the compass of a turtle / entente with nature / I am the mimicry / and the signaling / to breaking waves / to new possibilities / the new, warm blood flowing / in steady, sated lanterns of hope...
Paralyzed. Frightened. I’ve lost connection to myself. Yes, I function. But just barely. I function to survive. It’s consuming. It consumes me every minute of the day. So much it has me drifting, drifting long and far away. My shell remains a presence; yet it’s vacant, barely there. While it holds a place amongst us, it’s a space that can’t be filled. Because she’s been forgotten. Forgotten by myself. Just a faint and faded memory of a girl who once was bold. Of a bright and beaming spirit that was strangled into silence. What’s left over is a shadow; a flickering candle in the wind. A soul that wants survival but lacks trust in her instincts. Because society was certain she wouldn’t know what would be best to keep that fire burning in the middle of her chest. Realization hits me. I can see through all the smoke. Those efforts weren’t noble. They were self-serving to invoke a tortured lone existence, void of passion, void of love, to keep her flames from growing, from embracing all the space that was all along intended for her to illuminate. What’s left behind are remnants of a life that wasn’t lived; of a soul that’s long been dormant, meekly waiting to be saved. And although it still is weakened, scared, and weary of its might, it’s now ready to be wakened; eager to return to life. Like a Phoenix from the ashes, be prepared for her to rise.
a suspension in the sky with refined silver cords bearing tiny droplets full of crystal reflections in a slow rotation which disintegrates the periphery into gently unfolding louvers that carefully define feathered edges.
i wish for it's pull chain over my own midnight sky—