- We are the perfect storm. the sky echoes and all we can do is look up like there’s something we might miss. / you didn’t want me to leave, but you never asked me to stay.
- what words are left for someone that didn’t know how to stay?
- Please don’t cry when I go. darkness is a familiar ghost and I’ve been sleepwalking for days, but dreams are loud for a reason and this compass has never been wrong before.
- shadows stretch above my head while my introverted heart breaks the silence for a sky that makes a voice feel honest.
- like a mountain at sunrise and painted my sky with gentle hands. and when she told me I could be anything, I believed her because I saw how much I could grow with even a little of her light. –mama (THE SUN)
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