#ellen everett

Sometimes I am not the princess— I am the dragon and every now and then I burn myself with my own fire.

You told me to let down my hair but you cringed as you felt it between your fingertips you told me to love myself but then showed me why I shouldn't.

We kissed and you should have seen the moon and stars and how they turned their faces because their eyes could not handle the intensity of our light.

I thought maybe the sea would speak to me. I thought that somewhere between the sandy hair and salty skin, I'd hear something. I sat by the ocean and waited for a clarity that didn't come. It was just one wave crashing after the other. Not answers. Or reasons why. The tide just kept falling against the shore. It couldn't stop if it wanted to. I guess life keeps on going whether our questions are answered or not. The only thing we can do is keep living.

Let us live like flowers, wild and beautiful and drenched in sun.

What a strange thing