typical honey haze

Crescent moon— my lids gaze up, my hands unfold, one by one, my nails and my palms both breathing in— never out. I longed for the fresh air’s kiss beneath window pane when I was thirteen, because all I heard then, were screeching chains and the clenching sound of my suffocated veins. half moon came. my lids gaze up, my hands unfold: colors emerge through my arms, straight to my flesh. The wind— it soughs softly tracing every line on my palms. but this time, I let it dance. for it’s the first thing I have touched, that hurt a little less.. than chains.

Facade— we clot our skins with sheets, sometimes jeans saturated with hues to protect us from the ray that’s coming. This and that. All we’ve became were fallacies through curves on our amber lips whispering gnaws, distances we no longer measure, silences we no longer hear. Silence— they knock on my walls at night until i learned to sleep on them anyway. Sometimes, they sing me to sleep, Sometimes, they don’t. and although skeleton was seamed and knotted on your fragrance, and ripping was an art i mastered, I wouldn’t part edges Even though it’s facade Even though even though.

2021

Cheryl Strayed, Tiny Beautiful Things: Advice on Love and Life from Dear Sugar

Isabel Allende, The House of the Spirits (translated by Magda Bogin)

Behind the scenes: S3E3 —Polaroids✨ by Joe Murray & Andrei Schwartz.

Rainer Maria Rilke, Rilke’s Book of Hours

Since you liked the first part, I decided to make another V. W. quotes & Carol post. Hope you will like it.