uolyma

my words.

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trivia.

mourning the death of my dreams I stood a certain calmness in my soul

reminded by the words of the sun as she told me that all things have an end it is my choice to cherish the moments I experience with them

for days I pondered the meaning of such loss how could something so prominent in my life just disappear?

I think it was the wind that calm my veins the bitterness of its clutch it keeps you raw

I watched the grass in the wind he seemed relaxed and content

and I realised that we can be both our dreams and our reality

without a second thought I opened my eyes

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lisa.

im sorry I stuttered when I called your name the sound of silence was deafening my ears

reminding myself is not the issue I find it tough to even believe your words from your heart

or were they?

understanding you is not the issue I find it easy to even stutter your name from my mouth

but the lies?

not even the wind calmed me the white noise was what kept me sane im sorry my truths weren't enough to feed the hunger in your lies

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I am laying on the floor listening to the way the rain comes down not with anger  but with sadness. so often we forget the way hurt makes us, too,  want to destroy without judgement,  without eyes. and have we not learned  all our flaws from our mothers? did nature not also nurture?

what Gaia gave to the girls || O.L. (via poetbitesback)

I often wonder how as humans we are able to articulate the complex emotions through metaphors but not in simple words. Isn't it just magical how a paragraph such as this, written by someone I have never met, is able to trigger my memories and nostalgia in a bittersweet way?

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red thread.

i found a place in my head it mutters words of solace and peace to me, like a person within me it influences how I feel

the piece of red thread that I hold onto grows shorter and shorter recently

it happens unexpectedly I've found startles me when I least expect it and it sits in my body for unknown periods of time just eating away at my energy just pulling me down

the trees are my happy place they are tall and strong they are also gentle and kind offering protection bringing even a moment of silence

its enough

the place in my head is not a holiday destination though it isn't bad it feeds me false hope and lies

blooming perhaps once every month at least I can enjoy the flowers in my life when they are around