i sat.
yarrow lingered in the victories each offering smiles in.
you loved vitality enchanted obsidian never sleeps,
yet lapis appears verdant in eternity's oracle of
"i need this nows."
gifting ancience of a river's-muse,
l'obscurité est l'entropie qui espère voir au-delà
(darkness is entropy hoping to see beyond.)
a g r a v e
is
a l w a y s
always
alwaysalways
aLwAyS....
listening.
even when she is bruised-violet asking for crimson
where chapel stained eyes fracture in.
Sometimes shining feels like being on fire.
red dreams her
d e a d .
…
There once was a butterfly.
how soft light looked through the honeydrop of a sundew.
maybe e v e r a f t e r
loves her too.
maybe everafter loves her too.
she keeps choosing it does.
even when nothing shows her
what she dreams with the m o o n will
e v e r come true.
the stone in me knows more than the "good parts" of this heart washing her love in clouds
and scorching flames.
a supernova is a lookingglass too.
she WILL be r a d i a n t .
e v e r m o r e
e v e r ♡ g a r d e n
if these words
have ever found you
when you needed them,
stay awhile.
there are more
growing here.
leave a little offering beneath the flowers.
help this flowergirl keep choosing the writing dream. 🌸
The wound taught me how deeply a heart can hurt.
Healing taught me it could still belong to itself.
She reached for infinity and found no ending there.
Only another version of herself asking to begin.
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