Rebel Soul

Know my every waking thought and love me anyway.

I’m sorry for not loving you all the ways you deserve. I whisper quietly to myself.

A whisper in the void carries more weight than a shout in the crowd.

a softness only shown to one

the ghost of you is not enough.

Don’t read so much that you forget to write your own story.

Someone to be awake when you are.

the night sky leaks truth through pin pricks of light

I used to think being at home all day was boring, as an adult it’s literally my definition of a good day.

to be held still, when the noise releases its grip

*holds your hand as we descend into madness

going outside to comfort the moon

the art of seeing what’s possible

Memory can be the greatest fiction of all.

If a pile of unread books gives me comfort, then so be it.

When you find it, you'll forget about everything else

nothing dramatic, just a quiet recalibration

the strange things that happen to us on the way to ourselves

tell me sweet things, the stars are out

Texting is cool, but I'd rather go to the woods, light a fire, and talk about the stars.

I'm not like other girls. (I have way more plants.)