someday
It is my dream to build a home where I can drop off the walls around me on the front porch.
A space where I can completely be naked from all the pretense I have after I close the doors.
To dance on the floor with no eggshells at all and no thin ice on sight.
To have the freedom to decide when I'll be as silent as my heartbeat or as loud as my mind.
And it is for these dreams why I continue to march on.
It is for the hope of a better tomorrow and a carefree space that's completely my own.
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moonlit wounds and words (you are celestial #1)
Poetrywhen the blazing sun sets and i'm alone with my mind, when the stars start to shine and the wounds ache with rhymes, a pen in one hand the other clutching my heart, this is how the tears evolve, the way i bleed, and the pain dissolves a collection o...
