It has been quiet this week, oh and I must tell, restless. The weather seems to settle down a bit, and the world is calmer. I am calmer, my chest - the color of ocean blue and everlasting greens, floating and never wanting to touch ground again. Step by step, I am learning to let go. Don’t mock me when my lunar heart says: someday soon, my love, 'things are going to hurt less'. And so I wait.
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I feel the need to write more often, but I'm afraid of how little time I
can only take from my pocket. I wish you all the best.
"There was a little girl, with a bookcase for a heart. Whose dusty, lonely shelves, longed for swan songs to impart. And came a dawn hued book, with pages stained which dwell, in worlds of wondering whimsy, which reality could not quell. With lashes softly crotched, around lyric violet eyes, the little girl looked up, to tug boats clearing skies. A night where stars would fly, instead of tarnished fall. And where a bookcase for a heart, was not a bad thing after all." - Kim (Frankie Magazine)