Conversations with stars when the grey winter clouds hide awhile ❤
tired and dirty ❤️
Was hoping I would want to write more when I arrived but it seems as though I’m still just caught in the ocean of some strange tide.
However, happy I did not surprise anyone because really that was a ghost from a former life I should not have ever wasted a thought on. I think I’ve always known I had no loyalty to seek there. Being so busy now, it’s just exhausting expelling my energy on mummified peach seeds that once brought comfort. Plus, I’ve learned a lot about love since then. I want the kind, that just fits. If it’ll have me eventually that is.
Suppose that’s growth or me seeking more fun in my life? Who knows?
I’m gunning for more unsolicited adventures in my life, what a riot just little pit stops were even
Wrapping my favorite,
Gray and black rose cloak
Around my low hanging shoulders,
I hit he door way to another world again.
Too heavy to understand.
Hiding only tired eyes.
I just let my hair be wild now.
I no longer care what the world has to say.
I let my eyes carry their sorrow and growing disdain.
One thousand, one hundred and twenty-five days.
A taste of salt that never strays.
Dreams twisted and frayed-
Constantly choking me when I wake.
It’s four lanes whether
I’m barely breathing or burning alive.
Shedding that tread like each new skin.
Makes me wonder,
Which darkly named
Street corner shadow
Is following me now?”
Because I don’t even turn round to see.
I just know,
It’s never going to have me.
There are too many miles,
Full of beauty, life, destiny-
Just ahead of these gnarled, erratic, and decayed trees.
Backstreet Healing: Corporal phantom