The Flyaways💫

The Flyaways💫

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My deepest thoughts & feelings; culprits to suffocated pores but I didn't mind the confinement anymore. There were the few hours of the 24 that left a serene mist among my eyes. When I saw the moon I'd open my window, & for the life of me I wish this were a story in which I could say there were butterflies; zooming in, every which way illuminating my spirits. But to an awakening & frightening truth there was just.. nothingness. A silence that left an annoying buzz in my ears adjoined cold air that bit my cheeks and dried the tears. Everything was still as I watched the moon and I remembered him. • • • • • Join the voyage in this book of poetry and thought amplifying excerpts. Be careful and don't get lost, the mind is a tricky place.
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[[COMPLETED]] Go where your feet takes you Find what your heart looks for. No one is by your side. So the moon shall be your guide. ~•~•~ The moon was the only comfort she found, the only reassurance she could allow. The moon had shown her its soothing soft light, the only one who've seen her story. The only one who've heard of her silent cries. Elise Aubrie Winslow is a twelve year old girl. And the moon was the only thing she could rely on, the only thing she found as soothing despite the troubles she had. Nobody wanted to listen to her and so she closed her mouth for good. Nobody spared her a glance and so she was like a phantom wearing a mask to hide her screams and her quiet sorrowful wails. Nobody cared and so she learned on how to walk on her own, trying not to trip on her own two feet. Nobody understood her the way the moon did. But then she found them. And she felt like she was finally home. Like she finally knows where she truly belongs. And they stayed. They became her comfort. They became important. They became her home. Her family. Her moon. ____ Selenophilia (n) Loving the moon and finding it soothingly captivating.

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