Sometimes They Say I'm

I hope our words heal us. I hope every letter flowing out of our mouths embraces our wounds and heals them in a way, that even the scars disappear.

[ID: text seen as; ‘(JULY IS OVER AND THERE’S VERY LITTLE TRACE)’

a poem by Frank O’Hara]

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“I’m not afraid of dying. Pieces of me die all the time.”

— Sage Francis

“I can’t exactly describe how I feel but it’s not quite right. And it leaves me cold.”

— F. Scott Fitzgerald

Your eyes ignited the unexpected wildfires that my little cottage heart wasn't ready for. Now, i burn, my home burns and your eyes burn while watching everything else flaring into ashes.

Anneshwa Paul

@bhoomisworld ❤️🌻

Meet me where the light greets dark

Where the lovers go when they are tired

"We never realize how frozen we are until someone starts to melt our ice"

— Bridgett Devoue

August. My birth month. August, the month of heavy pours. August, the month of misty mountains. August, the month of most gorgeous sunsets.

August.

Mary Karr, in “Facing Altars: Poetry and Prayer”