v her shaky hands couldn't hold a pen or a promise "my fingers have broken trying to rewrite clichés- believe me when I say, I'm special" hollow laughs glossed over her tempered smile
as she waited for the day when that might actually mean something
i there was an eve long before dawn ever tainted the starry night sky and inflicted vision on those who preferred to stay in the dark, where a girl crooned quietly to herself "what if when we meet, I've run out of I love you's?"
this was before the sun whispered in her ears that they'd never mattered, anyway
iv hopelessness descends on wearied souls who couldn't learn just how to cross their fingers right "maybe depression is a state of mind for those who never knew any other way"
she threw out all her mirrors when they became too loud
ii life is something you grow into a conglomeration of soul searching and forgetting to breathe where age is indicative of all that you have lost "children dream, but adults deny wishing in anger- they are hurt it always falls through"
dreams are something you grow out of, with time
vi she never made it anywhere (you can't move when you collapse)
"strength only belongs to those who know how to believe in their own actions
it's hard to be forsaken by yourself"
iii confusion breeds resentment and sadness anxiety, fear, despair, and sometimes even writers with a need to be heard "one day, my every last word will be a treasure, worth holding onto forever"
and every struggle would finally be worth it
because the end, she dreamed would justify the means
This is what did it for me - what convinced me - what made me realize that you are... breath-taking. Is it really possible to express too-much good of a person? But, I digress! I cannot pick a favorite part as I've fallen a little bit in love with every word here - and again, it all resonates so much, it's hard not to cry. It is all so familiar. Desires, wishes, realizations and that ache of honesty.
It can be hard for writers to present words as art - really well and truly as art - where you can get the same impression that you would from looking at a painstakingly crafted and presented painting or sculpture as you can from words, if not more. I, again, have to recognize my own bias in just how closely I feel this... but then again, that's the point. This really takes me back
I'm honored to know it was this piece, then, because it's something so close to me. I keep this in my "Me" folder because it's a piece that captures everything I feel, no matter how ugly or painful. I'm really touched that it resonates, and even that it made you almost cry. Thank you so much for all your kindness, and about how you consider it art. It really means the world
This is more artful than most things I've ever experienced in my life and as beautiful as my favorite celestial images (stars!) and music... the music in particular. Not the music that draws you in because of its more base appeal, a nice tune or anything like that, but the music that simply reaches right inside of your chest and resonates, the kind that makes you think and makes you feel. As you can imagine, I am feeling pretty good about my decision to start with your "Me" folder first and, as I've suspected, it shows you to be a uniquely beautiful person - and its an honor to see this part of a person. Oh no, not "almost", I've had the same reaction with a lot of what I've read of yours tonight. I had a really rough childhood and... I'll never forget it. I had many of the same realizations, the same beliefs - how the struggle and strife can be worth something, can make me greater and stronger, that I not only wanted to be someone better for it, but was. I wrote a lot, back then, much more than I do now and it was all about dealing with that life. I certainly haven't put it behind me, I chose instead to make it a part of me and I do love and appreciate being reminded of that part of me, and my life, as often as possible. There's something to be said for unending misery and loneliness when the person experiencing it decides to learn from it, rather than inflict it upon others. I am wandering, but yes... I've felt this as closely as I feel my own heart beat and I'm left in awe of you.
You're very much welcome Miss Intricate - and I swear, it's just the truth!
This is so sad! And such a twist on that statement in the end, "because the end, she dreamed would justify the means" and before it says every struggle would finally be worth it, the things we endure, that living was worth it. And the comment about the ship in the bottle, "shattered and untouchable" This was so very impacting.
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