i am an angel only that my wings cannot be seen but they are pink with ribbons on each feather

I think the most sacred moments in my life are the quiet ones no one sees. Like pouring milk into tea at 6am and watching it swirl like a tiny galaxy. Like finding a scarf that still smells like the person you miss. Or noticing how the dust floats in the sunlight as if the house is dreaming too. No one tells you that being alive often feels like this, a little lonely, a little tender, but mostly like holding something beautiful and fragile, knowing you can’t keep it forever.

i just want to walk through the woods carrying a basket and have deer accompany me because they think I'm one of them

Sometimes i want to be an angel but also be a bunny and other times a deer, difficult decisions a girl must make.

i dream that i am floating above my frustrations while angel wings hug me, wanting to get away from them.