from swan lake by maureen seaton, published in furious cooking
[Text ID: I want you.
Everything I say sounds like that. /End ID]
But I still don't know how to hold your hand without reading the ugliness of my own, But I can't contain my soul from enveloping yours !
Web weaving about holding hands an emotion
Every night, it is the same. Eating my deathless stream of silence ~ that carries every crevice of your name. The still air governs a thousand agonies. And at this point, this summit of your absence, I welcome them. I bare my back, I offer up my soul.
Source: hapless-hollow
Kanej Week 2023 | Day 2 | Favorite quotes
A Simple Woman - Chelsea Hodson // F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby // Fish in Exile, Vi Khi Nao // okechukwu nzelu here again now // Taylor Jenkins Reid, The Seven Husbands of Evelyn Hugo // sappho // susan sontag as consciousness is harnessed to the flesh: journals and longings // J. D Mcclatchy, from Late Night Ode //
Inej sighed. “Then I’ll pray you get all you ask for.” “More prayers,” he asked. “And what do you want, Wraith?” he asked. “To turn my back on Ketterdam and never hear that name again.” Good. He’d need to find a new spider, but he’d be rid of this distraction.
“Do not be afraid to walk the path that you must go just because you cannot see the end. The path becomes clearer as you continue to go on.”
— Unknown
My heart can't talk, I cannot write. So I cry.
What am I supposed to do with the words stuck in my throat?
