concept: though my pillows are wet with tears, the spirit of the moon floats down to earth and she lays with me for a while. she waits until i stop crying, and sings until i am asleep

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concept: though my pillows are wet with tears, the spirit of the moon floats down to earth and she lays with me for a while. she waits until i stop crying, and sings until i am asleep
For every awful thing you see online or on the news, there are a thousand unreported wonders; acts of kindness, and healing, and love, that aren’t ‘newsworthy’ but change people’s lives nonetheless. The world is more than it appears on our screens. Things are better than you think.
what has four legs? a table! haha, i love to have fun
if life were akin to a flower i would cup my hands around its’ petals closing it before the night had fallen suffocating it’s light within my midst
it took me three days to write those sentiments and i’m not even sure from where they came i’m not even sure if there was an ounce of truth though there was, between the lines, but everything i feel is smudged and smeared across the page you grab great fistfuls of my being and cut right through me
your words are reincarnated through my life time spoken on so many different tongues but elaborating the same truth i am one, two, three inches too far on the bed my words, my actions, too much my being, my struggles, too much this quite area on the earth that I occupy, too much i don’t want your self worth and your idyllic calligraphy of ‘love yourself’ you utilize your self worth to be emblazoned with confidence to solidify your place in the next group of people we all have a place in the world I am three shades too bitter to drag myself to mine
Tell me, how do I steady my gaze / when everything I want is motion?
Paige Lewis, from “All Constellations are Organisms,” published in DIAGRAM (via lifeinpoetry)
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