Stitching wounds with words
the pain remains but we smile
and pretend the blood was always there,
.
Singing dirges forged from dogma
my breath is a stranger standing
on the back porch with screen door open
torn between the sunset and the silence
that waits in the shadows in the front room
because the trick is to learn how not to
hear feel hurt dream hope sing want need
the trick is to tell yourself that all of this
was what we wanted from the very start,
.
We live in a derelict wonderland
empty streets abandoned houses
cars rusting next to single wide trailers
boarded up stores the old school crumbling
more people but not here no not here
where rusted barbed wire remembers
but we don't
Ain't it strange?
TV antennas like ancient talismans
that failed their only task which was
to let the world in three channels at a time
and keep us all from losing ourselves
inside of someone else's dreams
in artificial worlds that fade
as soon as nobody watches,
.
Your favorite song is playing forever
a transmission eternally out of reach
turn your eyes up to the stars
they aren't there but aren't they beautiful?
If we're lucky someday somebody
will say the same of us
Vintage wlw will forever own my heart. We have been here for ages, and we won’t leave.
The world may be in crisis, but the mulberries are ripe, and they taste just as good as ever.
The world may be in crisis, but the fireflies came out at dusk yesterday. And they will come out again tonight, and tomorrow, too.
The world may be in crisis. But today a breeze stirred my hair and cooled my face, and it eased the heat of the summer sun and I took a deep breath and I breathed.
The world may be in crisis, but a stranger smiled at me, and a dog found a good home, and a toddler told his baby sister he loved her.
The world may be in crisis, but the world still holds people who are working to heal it.
The world may be in crisis, but there is still a world. And the world contains us, the world contains love, the world contains beauty. And the mulberries are ripe.
There is still a world.
Who's your top comfort character right now?
I've been rewatching the original star wars trilogy, so right now, Luke Skywalker ❤️😍🥰
I used to dream of death
or blazing, blistering pain.
A mark of martyrdom above my
twisted, tortured brain.
But now I sigh and dream of life
and care for all my wounds
No need to be a martyr
I don't need no cocoon
Me: You know how when you were a kid and you’d wish that you’d get sick or injured in a way that would justify why you didn’t live up to your potential?
Everybody, apparently: No?
@judas-redeemed / Wilhelm Schulz, “All Soul’s Day” / Neil Hilborn, “Our Numbered Days” /@petfurniture / Hugo Simberg , “The Garden of Death” / Ramona Ausubel
Mushrooms on a short hike in North Carolina