you have become a lot of things ever since you left.
we think we write to make it hurt less,but we write to make it hurt completely and then hopefully forget
have I lost you? have you lost you? where is your heart? it’s not doing its part.
how did you find her? they’d always ask me.
i was born from the ashes of the great red fire, and ever since i was made aware of this, i wanted to ask her, Redstar, if she knows anything about the fire. she was one of the Reds, one of the many colorful stars in the dark sky laid upon my eyes to see,… Continue reading they call me starburn and i despise my name.
we are not given breaths to waste them in sighs. we are not given hearts to box these feelings inside. we are not given time in this consciousness to spend unconscious, flaccid, or in stillness. our time in the light is meant for us to enjoy; for breathing; the fresh mountain air, mixed with honeydew… Continue reading why were we given this?