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“In the next few years I hope to see you again. Maybe then We can talk of the things We were once too afraid to admit.”

— 04/04/2016 (via @faded-and-dreaming)

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Mabon Dreams

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Drawings by Hallie Bateman.

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“I am guarded. I am rock. I am fortress. I am city with walls, gates manned, armies strong, no one in, no one out Softness is not my nature. Love me anyways. Hardened soil can be transformed to give life if only a farmer will take the time to till it And I’ve heard the sun is trying its damnedest to melt the polar ice caps and everyone says its winning. I can’t make any promises but maybe if you hold me long enough some day I’ll melt too. We could be the couple on the subway. Her head on his shoulder. His hand on her knee. Eyes glowing, bellies warm, destination irrelevant. We could. I could. I could love you like that. But then again maybe I’m lying. I don’t love in motion. There are no butterflies here. No fire kindling. I am bared teeth, strong front, brave face, running scared. I am a train you’ll miss even if you showed up on time because somehow the schedule was wrong. Say one thing, mean another, want love, always leave. Perhaps this is why no one tries to climb these walls. “Keep out” painted over the welcome sign, like traveling to Greenland and finding only ice. I name myself home hope the world will see a retreat but my walls are bare. Want them to admire my art but keep the lights off. It seems like winter may never end. It’s gray out all the time and it won’t stop snowing. I miss my favorite dress. The one with the flowers that flits when I walk. But I digress. Or do I? See, I’ve been winter for so long and its not that I’m enjoying the blizzard, It’s just that I don’t know how to make the sun come out. I miss that dress, but I’m not even sure if it fits anymore.”

— Alyson Kemp, Love Me Anyways (via unsungchronicles)