SadGirlHourz

I live for maximalism

“I was birthed from a single sun and moon dew drop.

They burrowed deep into the soft earth and made me, a child of nature.

I clawed out of nature’s womb and looked to the night sky, illuminated by the moon’s light.

My mother, the moon.

Beautiful and bright like a shiny peal plucked from an oyster, she watches over me.

My father, the sun.

Boisterous and overbearing like the inevitable end of the world. I hide from him.

Unlike my brothers and sisters, I was born sick. Whenever something catastrophic happens to the earth, I get sicker.

Time goes by and at night I lay in the middle of the forest bathed in moonlight. My mother covers me like a blanket and my body sinks back into the ground as the world slips into darkness.

Destruction and death have never felt so complete.” - Anonymous

“I watch her reflection in the mirror. Fingers glide across porcelain skin, inspecting the supple surface and the expanse of freckles.

Flaming red curls are wrapped with elegance into a masterpiece maintained by fixtures of pearl and silver. A pink iridescent shimmer, dusted onto delicate eyelids and high cheekbones.

She lifts a strawberry to her mouth; green eyes watch as her lips wrap around the red seeded flesh, tongue swiping across her bottom. She chews slowly, savouring sweetness. I wish I looked like her.

Gently, she dabs the berry across her lips, tinting her mouth a translucent red. She grins, pearly whites shining brighter than diamonds. Gracefully, she stands - pretending that the linen, lace and whalebone prison isn’t killing her. It is her burden to bear as a woman.

We help encase her into a forest green gown, it is intricately embroidered with silver thread and beautifully designed. Slender hands run over the material that fits like a tiny, white glove and a sad smile crosses her face before being replaced with one of gratitude.

She inspects her beauty in the mirror one last time before departing from the room; it’s left devoid of warmth and feeling. In the depths of my brain, I will her to stay, wanting to look upon her porcelain skin and red lips once more. Secretly wishing that I was her.” - Anonymous

“I’m sprinting to the edge as fast as I can, everything a blur as I cascade over the ledge.

Arms spread out like a bird, feeling the wind rip through my hair and beat against my face with effortless grace.

I thought I was flying but I was actually falling.

In the air for what feels like a blink then I crash into the blue blanket of the world, enveloped in sea and salt.

Bubbles of life floated up to the surface as I let the wool occupy my body - let it fill my lungs with no resistance.

And then I saw it, the life I would never get to live flashing in my mind like lightning.

I reached for the surface, hoping to come out from under the blankets, no longer afraid of my monsters.

Fingertips brush against the blue wool, as my body begins to sink further into the darkness,

I close my eyes and accept my fate, never to emerge from the blanket again.” - Anonymous

“Tanned skin, smooth and warm like the Sun.

Dark hair, a cover of night that stretches across white pillows.

The night sky intertwined with red locks that shine like sun rays.

Pale skin, luminous and cool like the Moon.

Lips touch and their souls are set on fire.” - Anonymous

“Run my dear,

From anything

That may not strengthen

Your precious budding wings.” - Hafez

“I have just three things to teach: simplicity, patience, compassion. These three are your greatest treasures.” - Lao Tzu

“The moth prefers the moon and detests the sun, while the butterfly loves the sun and hides from the moon. Every living creature responds to light. But depending on the amount of light you have inside, determines which lamp in the sky your heart will swoon.” - Suzy Kassem

“Green is the fresh emblem of well-founded hopes. In blue, the spirit can wander, but in green, it can rest.” - Mary Webb

“Her red hair burns like the rays of the sun, I see her and I am lit.” - Christy Ann Martine

“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.” - Lady Bird Johnson

Simple Reflections