l i t t l e n o t e s

dying angel speak to me in tongues one last time. (A/N at the bottom)

your mind ticks in a way
i have never seen before
like you're
standing on the edge
of a rooftop
and everything is
muddled in the clearest way
you can see what you want
and how to get there
your eloquent words,
they lead the way,
rising you above the wind break
before you fall like
a dying angel
and break and crack your bones,
filling the floor
with all but your soul.
you float
higher and higher,
swallowing the altitude down,
you were never afraid of heights
but the height of your mood
terrified you
and for every reason,
after all they don't say
"what goes up must come down"
for nothing.

///so hey hey hey!
You are all awesome!
Did you know that you are all from over 99 countries! That's crazy right? The poetry of a girl from a spillover town has reached over 99 countries? I'm amazed and shocked and I love you so much.

Also I wanted to talk about the impending doom which is this book is going to end soon. AND it's because a book can only have 200 chapters. Which seems a lot doesn't it? And it's closing in. It's crazy that we've come that far together! And again thank you I llllllove you all! ❤️❤️❤️