Memories Unwound

But somehow, women like her boom and burst through the moss and soar like butterflies. The kind of butterflies that were not made to be tamed.

They’re warm rays of sunlight peeking through thin gaps in our stone-structured lives. But that’s the issue, for it is the kind of sunlight that is so easily covered by the storm.

Oh, how beautifully

tragic

it is to watch

the silent sobbing

of your heart,

it is like droplets of light

falling from a universe

Kind souls aren’t easily recognisable. They’re the smudged faces in tumbling crowds, the quiet voices that we try to down, the righteous morals easily overthrown, the blooming hearts that we don’t listen to. These souls think, wander and soar.

Fall as many times as you can

but remember –

readers should find at least one

Darling,
you need to understand that
all the solace you seek
can only be found within.

(Letter to you)
Dear you,
I’m ready to tell you this,
so, listen.
I need you to stop worrying about me

She wasn’t from here. Her eyes were chalky pearls and her skin glittered. The blood that coursed through her veins was deep blue velvet. And sure, she was made of stardust like the rest of us, but her scent was magical, the sort of magic that you wished upon a shooting star. And that is why, she was magnificent.

not because time heals all wounds –
but because love does.

these are my kind of people.
(people who feel like home)