[matyleen]

It would be of no good to speak these things to you.

In what way I was still returned to the ground

Even beneath it, intact with my puerile need to repeat

my—self and my mistakes.

Who would not climb the wall for

a peer over the edge?

The cautionary tale is for the fool’s errand,

And I am no fool.

I am as my hands are,

Twisting in on themselves

And bursting at the seams.

I can——not contain the ache for

sensation.

Just as I could not contain the

grief as I fell.

Nor the agony as I

crawled my way back.

IT’S. HAPPENING. TO. EVERY. BODY.

[matyleen]

Okay

[matyleen]

Oil painting on canvas

[tankhall]

my teeth are no longer making me evil

[my4evercrushhayden]

#ethelcain #purplerain

@tankhall

[matyleen]

@tankhall

[waconanist]

But maybe it’s not meant to be explained

@tankhall

[matyleen]

Reference from Pinterest

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[matyleen]

Art by @teetheater333

[matyleen]

Inspired by @teetheater333

[matyleen]

[taken2thewoods]

@ Expiredidealist on insta :)

[matyleen]

I got lost once

Deep in the long wood

I thought I saw something

Hiding behind the trees

And when I went to the lake

It was here

And it was beautiful

[matyleen]

I think trees are one of the coolest things we have on this earth

[rotinmycore]

always on my own.

[matyleen]

Oh my