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trust that everything will fall into place without you forcing it there.
You were never mine, but I was always yours.
k.b. // sombr - i wish i knew how to quit you
My heart recognizes love, yet my soul is sentenced to solitude. I wander among lovers like a shadow—seen, but untouched. For I am not unfeeling… I am simply banished from being held.
It kills me inside when I think I have to act cold to protect myself knowing I'm the sweetest and clingiest soul you'd ever meet.
I hope you miss me as much as I miss you. I hope it pains you as much as it pains me. I hope you too are unable to shake off the feeling that fate has gotten it wrong with us. I hope you too have resorted to seeing life as a conglomeration of circumstances that can lead us back to each other.
But I can only hope. I can only dream. I can only wish. I can only get down on my knees and pray. Pray it all meant something. Pray this merciful, all-powerful, all-knowing God they speak of knows what he’s doing. Pray this suffering comes with an expiration date. Pray there is a prize to be won for having endured all of this torment despite having lost the race.
For I fear a million days will have passed and I will have crawled to the end of the world by then, and in my dying breath my heart will rejoice, thinking perhaps this will be a good excuse to invite you back into my life.
I fear I will never stop being on my knees, unsure of whether I’m begging to be released to you or from you.
I may forgive but I won't forget when you blamed me for the chaos I did not create. And every flower you pass through, will be my letters to you from the graveyard, where you buried me with your silence.
–Page from Strings, 117.–
This is my sign to stop taking everything as a sign.
- I’ll try my best to leave you behind.
my pointe shoes hurt, but nothing else can keep my feet warm.
and you hurt, but no one else can keep my heart warm.
my inner child ; I am her, grown wild.
—Roxane Beth Johnson, from Blues For Almsot Forgotten Music
Sylvia Plath, from a diary entry featured in The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath
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