I1. I've started to use capital i's when writing recently because I realized that even if I'm not that important to myself, I'm important to others. it is one of the small things I do to remind myself that I am worthy of all the things I dream about and long for. sometimes I still forget and have to delete a hastily typed i2. maybe am too much of a dreamer; there is a thin line between reality and fiction and though daydreams are constantly blooming inside the pages of my mind, I really ought to pause the songs inside my head from time to time and remember to cherish what is real(ly), meaningful. in truth, my wonderings are nothing but desperate attempts to find myself that don't lead anywhere and ultimately cannot satisfy the wanderings of my restless mind3. (what am I looking for? if I stop searching, will I be waiting for the answer to come to me or will I be giving up?) well, how can you ever find yourself if you're the thing you're looking for?4. the universe we live in will sur
i ami am a daughter, i am a sisteri am a writer, i am a dreameri am a thousand birds frozen in flighti am a lullaby whispered at nighti am a million 'i love you's,i am a billion 'i love you too'si am a never-ending train of thought-i am a ship unanchored, tempest-tosti am a sighing, aching hurricanei am a child dancing in the raini am a castle with diamond brick wallsi am a street light: moths answer my calli am a whale singing songs to the black,i am the promise he couldn't take back -i am a universe falling apart;a broken star, a dying heart.
.you told me that you were scared.believe me love, I know how it feelsto be scar(r)ed—frightened, hesitant andyes, when we kiss for the first timeI will shudderand remember how he kissed me before,(he seemed so genuine when he said those three words)and then left me. I know how it feelsto be helpless in the face of your emotions, stuck betweenthe battle of what you want and your sickening memories(remember when I broke down in front of you?)love, pleasebelieve me when I say this: I will never break you the way she didbecause I know how it feltand I know your mother has torn you apart so many timesand I know you've grown up lonely and aloneand you deserve this love, love—I promise I'll make up for it all.just don't let this dread drag us downand turn your small mouth into a frownbecause damn, I love youand I know you love me tooand though I was also scar(r)ed beforeand though I'm still fighting doubt as well(maybe we're too young to know what we're doi
just a girl in love with the starsevery day I long for the nightand every night I yearn for thestars–seems like they're the onlyones that calm my roilingthoughts these days;my tumultuousheartdrowning on fire;my mind is lostin sky, clouded words,long goodbyes,dark.and though I have a soul offew wounds I somehow still manage to learn thisinexplicableoceanic sadness–why is it that we existwhen we are so flawed, why is it that wemust dedicate ourselves to pursuits of no meaning,why is it that though happiness is all we desirewe don't share, we're just liars–I sit here torn,close my eyes, crackle andburn.