I will set the mirror up to face the blackened sky; you will see your beauty every moment that you rise - The Hush Sound
We’re not ashamed that we live for the green. It makes us better people, stronger women, ladies able to access the inner depths of our minds and get a tight grip on what the music means to us. We lay there, heads soaring - dreams so close to the stars that we dub them inconceivable, sometimes unreachable, hating ourselves for thinking the world will be such an easy place to settle ourselves into once we’re grown.
I once doubted every ounce of liquid and bone that made me me. My partner made me solid.
I find refuge in the room across the kitchen in my four bedroom apartment, the one that reeks of incense and fruity perfume. She sleeps soundly in the softest of sheets and I know, when she does, she’s safe inside her own head. She gets lost in the dark without a flashlight just as easily as I do, but there’s something about the way she holds a burning candle that proves
the weight of the world and our distance from the stars could never hold a flame to her majesty.
If I fail in this life, there’s one phone call I would make. There are four words I would say for one voice to hear:
Allavie, you were wrong.
It’s comforting to know she doesn’t wait by the phone. She lays down with wide eyes more blue than the ocean surrounding Paradise Island and she stares and sinks into me, seeing everything my blind brown beings would never believe.
Together, we soar and reflect beauty off of one another. What I see in blue, she dreams of in my brown. And it’s not just because we believe in the green - it’s something purple, red when kissed with oxygen; she loves every ounce of the fluids that make me me. And the dearest of flesh is the skin of sweet Allavie.