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All the ways you found to look away Burning fire pits in to the ceilings I counted the freckles on your right cheek Intruded on your pupils changing shape A messy coffee pool electrified and fuelled Racing through a macrocosm of thoughts And me, lay beside you, a mere minuscule of matter in your existence

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I was painting an abstract picture in my mind. That of curly pink blossom dusting my face. Softness of eyes, warmness of smiles. Meadows to get lost in and curved oaks to hide beneath. A place where everything is bright. Where everything is free. Where I’m hidden in my own peace. Acceptance of what is and what may be. A sense of contentment and no sense of time.

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“The first contact, shared between eyes on a lazy weekend morning. You send an energy through me that is warm and wholesome. I think it might be happiness. What I wish for every time I wish. Time doesn’t exist. Everything if going to be ok when I’m with you. If I could drop just a mouthful of the essence of that in to every day, I would be a very content human being.”

- Zozybee

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She’d been dancing in the puddles for too long. She needed to find the fields. The tickling sun. So she fled at full speed and danced her way out. Finally destroying her shields.

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In the mist of morning, the moon doth sleep,

The invariable pains of aurora,

A glaze of day soaks up the starry sky,

The hustle and tumult do steal alike,

Daren’t be a dreamer in this cemented town,

For thou wilt not survive where black and white

Do reign alone, kiss your normalities,

Nurture the routine that moulds you tightly,

For if you wild away, beware of this,

Your heart will long for an unfindable bliss

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Hold Your Own - Kate Tempest

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Before her there were things that I trusted. But now there is a loneliness so deep it sends me foetal. And dark endless raves where she makes us both a spectacle and all I want are you the friends I’ve lost, the certainty of knowing I have nothing.

- Kate Tempest (Sixteen from Hold Your Own)

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The bathroom floor is my bed this evening. I lie like a swept up whale smothered in damp towels, my entire body pulsing in to the cold slate tiles beneath me. My heartbeat races faster and faster and as the bath water empties and slurps down the drain, I attach myself to what it might feel like to join it. Escape these four walls and the four walls of my mind. Slither in to nothing. The departure of my bath water sounds like the drowning in my head. Louder and louder until, nothing… My body dries up. My cheeks lend me another bath. I curl in to the cold slate tiles beneath me.

- Excerpt from a book I’ll never write

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Texting is desensitising ourselves from real conversation, not letting us really know how we feel. We hide behind emojis to explain our emotions, instead of really explaining to someone our feelings. It’s quick, it’s easy, but it’s meaningless

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There’s a crack in everything, that’s how the light gets in

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The Magic Hour

The moments I’ll remember

Spent with you

Timely pieced together

There is nothing I want to say

I just want to listen

It’s the magic hour

Analysing every single breath and sigh

Each pain in your voice

How do I comfort you

An invisible block

I am attempting to melt down

Your walls so tall

I’m still climbing

I couldn’t stop if I tried

One day you’ll meet me at the top

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As a kid, I used to think love was when you thought someone was pretty and they let you hold their hand. I would send out the letters to every girl that caught my eye and I would wait anxiously for a reply. I carried that trend into my adult life–pairing myself with any pretty girl that didn’t find me repulsive. So when you asked me when I knew I loved you. I was tempted to say it was when we held hands for the first time and I felt it in my gut, but it was seven months later, a week after I met your family, that double date with your best friend and her loud boyfriend. During one of his many stories, you reached for my hand under the table and smiled at me because you knew how irritated I was getting. I tried to master a smile back at you but my lips turned to concrete. I felt it like I had never in my life: butterflies. All my life I’ve been building walls and towers so high you couldn’t see what was behind; my fears and insecurities. Perhaps that’s why I always looked for battles and challenges, even when there wasn’t any. I always looked for ghosts to fight and demons to shoot so I would keep myself busy. Then, you came along and you made it easy for me. You laughed at all my jokes, especially the terrible ones and made me special, safe. I couldn’t fight this and I didn’t want to because it was the best thing to ever happen to me. I knew instantly that you didn’t want to change that part of me which always looked for the hard path but you would encourage it, standing by my side. So that’s what love is, not the absence of a battle, but fighting together.

A collab between my immensely talented friend @writingbykawelwa & @giulswrites (via giulswrites)