every day
it is the same.
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This idea is absolute genius. I’m halfway through following every writer on this list. Dear sevenreasons, you deserve an honorary title for even thinking of this, and then acting on that thought and going out your way to compose this list, seriously.
(via lookingforarevoloution)
Get used to being lonely, darling.
But isn’t this the freedom you wanted?
The night has come to an end, darling.
Now we must, too.
Because the sky is not as blue as your eyes
Because the sun casts you in a sharp, stinging glow
And I feel the breathe leave the room
As your presence slowly slinks out
And it grows cold again.
But even these words, these words
They mean nothing
If I just blindly
Repeat them
Because they sounds pretty, because I have
Strung them together before and they,
And they worked then, but not now.
No, not now.
How many times can I write this?
How many times can I tell you
without sounding like
shattered glass
is stuck
in my throat, ripping
the words out one by one?
-copyright Alina S.
NaPoWriMo Day 20 - small things
i caught you on the spring breeze
floating past my house, smelling like
fresh laundry and
home.
-copyright Alina S.
NaPoWriMo Day 19 - small things
and you have to find happiness
in the smallest of ways.
mostly, because
that is the only thing left to do,
sometimes.
-copyright Alina S.
NaPoWriMo Day 18 - peaceful annihilation
kiss me
like you are
afraid
that
the world is
ending,
like you are
afraid
that
i will be gone
forever,
smitten into
gold dust that
twinkles in the
black, empty
space
that the
stars leave
between them.
-copyright Alina S.
NaPoWriMo Day 17
what is the point of life
when we all end up as dead
star dust, imbued in the ground or
scattered through the wind, or the ocean,
or some sentimental shit like that.
it doesn’t matter; the universe does not mourn your passing.
you will not be remembered.
-copyright Alina S.
