Tag: prose

fading.

At 16. Heartbreak sounded like a thousand buildings crashing down, a tornado, a countless number of sleepless nights and twisted sheets. An unfamiliar pain and tears coming from places you didn’t know could cry  At 20. Heartbreak sounded like a car crash, ambulance sirens, a crime scene filled with broken

refuge.

I’ve been searching for refuge I might as well have been scratching through dustbins overflowing with waste I looked for it in in the walls of churches, in the words of friends, in the beds of lovers, in the pages of books, in the sun, in the moon, in the burnt

free.

   It’s a wonderful thing  Having unconventional skin  Waking up  And making a choice To be different  To be more of you than you were yesterday  To hold eye contact To not look down  To not be intimidated by judgement  To be a little free 

joy.

   The different forms of joy: Making something you’re proud of  Giggling  Laughing till you snort Forgiving someone completely  Letting in love  Realizing you’re better today than you were yesterday  Understanding … Something you didn’t think you could understand  When your love makes someone glow  Accepting the things beyond your

recall. 

  

lost

falling in love

Galaxy

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