words seems to linger around on lips longer
than people, than coffee, than dreams,
they stick to the bittersweet curve of your smile,
and with every minute away from life those words sting you,
makes you want to blurt them out every chance they get,
and when they do, they remind you of what you used to be,
and what you chose to call yours,
words; they linger around like the posion ivy,
beholding death, waiting for you to fall for them!
I am buoyant and expansive and uncontainable–but I always was so, only I never knew it!
Chitra Banerjee Divakaruni, The Palace of Illusions
I requested this type of thing to @lovebird-in-the-dark, and I thought, what the hell, let’s do it too. Check out lovebird’s words of wisdom on her blog (don’t worry, they’re better than mine)!
My eyes refused to watch you leave, so my tears blur the memory
“All the hardest, coldest people
Were once soft as water.
And that’s the tragedy of living.”
“take more time to process what you feel instead of pouring into spaces that feel hollow. you deserve the full weight of your energy to be absorbed and felt, without feeling like your words are falling on deaf ears. some people hear you, but time will show you who truly listens.”
4 years ago
(n.) The inability to distinguish between Fantasy and reality.
(n.) That which has been washed away.