Dec 29, 2014
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Molly Bever
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Language. words to decorate the bluntest of blades with the most elegant delicacy.
Molly Bever
Merry Christmas
B o t t l e. U p. T h e. H e a v e n s.
A blanket of a night covered the sky and tattered holes in the blanket allow bits of heaven to slip through. And we bottle that bit of heaven up and put it in our attics let it collect dust in our closets until we bring it out once a year. We string it from our houses and wrap it around our trees. Christmas that’s whats it is.
Tell me I am beautifully composed. Let every silent moment be filled with the words I love you. Draw on my paperback heart. Mark on me and leave me eternally changed.
Molly Bever O. t h e. P l a c e s. Y o u. W i l l. G o.
On our first kiss your lips tasted like smoke and your name was burnt on to my tounge
Molly Bever 7.4.14 “first kiss”
C o l o r a d o. H e a r t s.
Forth of July trail lead us to fireworks. Not the kind that burst into the air but the ones that explode quietly inside us. In reverence for our naivety and celebration for our discoveries. The trail catches pigments of the display and showcases the remnants in the flowers which she ties together stem by stem making a brilliant crown. She releases it later on to the lake as if in memorial and gratitude for the show that Colorado trail gave her.
R i S E.
Everything I poured into the sky that night I was passionate about. I learned not all your wishes are granted but they all have their moment to set a blaze to the night sky.
H o p e. A l w a y s. R i s e s.
A couple months ago I set out on an adventure with my best friend to the desert in Las Vegas to attend the first RiSE festival. It was a night seeping with emotion. We wrote out our hopes and wishes prayers and desires on paper lanterns and we let them go, hoping they might touch the heavens. Little pieces of yourselves tossed up into the sky. It was an event that allowed perfect intimacy with your soul.