Frailmoon

I am finding my way back to myself again. slowly, patiently, intricately. I am finding roads in between my heart and my mind that connect. I am finding melodies that taste good on my soul. I stray and i take detours occasionally, but I am finding my way back to myself again.

Be with someone who will take care of you. Not materialistically, but take care of your soul, your well being, your heart.

I’m so much more productive after the sun goes down. While the sun is up I feel the weight of having to do things and it just overwhelms me.

I want you and I don’t want to be a luxury. I want you to need me. I want you to not be able to concentrate because you’re thinking about me. I want you to reach for your phone because you thought of something you have to share with me. I want you to not even be able to breathe at the thought of never seeing me again, because that’s how I feel about you.

“There’s something beautiful about keeping certain aspects of your life hidden. Maybe people and clouds are beautiful because you can’t see everything.”

Soft hearted people are not fools. They know what people did to them but they forgive them again and again because they have beautiful hearts.

Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they're born.

“There will always be a person who looks like a poem the earth wrote to keep you alive.”

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Let’s not forget that “Jack of all trades, master of none” ends with “But better than a master of one.”

Also, “great minds think alike” ends with “but fools rarely differ”

“Birds of a feather flock together” ends with “until the cat comes.”

“To be touched - truly touched - that’s what I’m looking for. To unfold at a brush of skin like a rare flower blooming. To be surfaced at the curl of fingertips around my soul. I am so tired of shallow fun. I want my heart to shudder at a touch, to whisper, “here, here, it’s all yours.”