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rabbit heart, in headlights
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please release your eyelidsi'll sketch you a detailed depiction of the world i live in. i see orange and pink patterns ripple between skylines that don't exist on horizons. i see bodies of water that reflect the blue amidst satin white clouds, and if you go down deep enough you'll find they're filled with creatures of carousel colours that you've never seen. on nights like tonight when the sky is vacant, i'll use the streetlights as a starry night and car's headlights as shooting stars in motion. i can feel the cornstalks brush against my porcelain skin even when there isn't a breeze. i can feel the clouds tears run down my body, even when there isn't a downplease release your eyelids
by ~softsilhouettes
cracks in my mindsometimes i think the boy who hurts himself is beautiful. my breath paints my windowsill a shade of intrigue as i watch his shadow dance underneath a nearby streetlight. he lets the streetlights become his suns at night because at twelve noon he's off somewhere planning his next breath. he's off somewhere driving for miles wondering if for once he'll find his way. i've come to memorize the way he would play everything safe, the way he would check boxes and believe that life was some list. the way the air was thick as his lips would play tictacto down my body in a pattern i knew all too well. (someone had to win) i were the o's as i asked himcracks in my mind
by ~softsilhouettes
everything's igniteddo you remembereverything's ignited
i still remember that one morning i woke up. the sky was burning, igniting my irises and joslting my thoughts within my head. it was so unusual, but it felt right. he could pick out golden embers throughout my blowing hair. he could reach out and cup the clouds, making them turn to ash. with one sweet exhale from his lips he could blow the life out of anything, he could turn the leaves into scattered flares. it was so beautiful but so awful how everything was damaging. it was so intriguing but so tiring knowing, knowing that i was too. everything was on fire that morning, everything was an infinite orange as he wa
by ~softsilhouettes
swift hazes and sweet dreamshello, it's four thirty-four a.m. and i am falling, falling in and out of consiousness. the air is hitting my skin sharply as i toss and turn. it's taunting my skin and making the barrier weaken all the way to the seams. i'm shaking now in and out - out and in my bones are rattling together, jostling, reverberating hard and i can't stop, i can't stop this. my ears are ringing and the night is seeping into my pores yet lightening beyond my windowsill. i see you now, you're with me now, picking my frail body up from the blades of grass now, you're carrying me home now whispering it's all okay now. my eyes wearily open now and i haven't moved, iswift hazes and sweet dreams
by ~softsilhouettes
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i'm caroline "I'll be your sunset if you'll be my silhouette" i see that in sunsets, in starlight, on bridges, on sidewalks (there's beauty). there's beauty in the tears falling from eyes, the sensation of rough skin, the sight of overgrown lawns, and the smell of rain. there's wonder on hard couches, on curbs, small town cafés, and long roads. i look for it, i look for anything i can, and that's what my life's about. i open my eyes to more than just my life, but the many lives and the many eyes that see even more beauty. the beauty i don't just want to imagine, but be in the midst of. |
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- Interests: blurred lights chai tea latte's smiling photography infinite moments clouds dusk painting
- Favourite style of art: glass blowing
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Thank you for the watch (:
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i am awake,
at midnight,
and bored.
sorry
i
left
my
bad
i was so
tired
though
i've
been doing
so much lately.
and i am
sleep deprived.
but aren't we all?
can't wait to talk with you later, i better! i better make up for that boredom that occurred 6 hours and 18 minutes ago when you sent this.
k
bye
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