pitadragon

love is an unanswered letter a fluttering hope a bird on a wire love speaks softly of flight to choose to change (seasons) to remember the sky love is a gentle reminder weightless and waiting unshaping your eyes love comes with no conditions no bending no breaking a quiet surprise

The magic's gone, the myth has died, my tears of desperation, dried. Once again, a delusion it seems... You are no longer in my dreams.

Don't dwell on something for too long, or hold on to something from the past. Don't let it hold you down, because you'll fall behind. You'll fall behind on life, on your responsibilities, on everything important because time waits for no one, life does not stay behind and wait for you to catch up. Nothing will be waiting for you. It will keep on going and you'll have to play catch-up on everything that didn't wait. So let go, don't let others hold you back. Don't let your regrets and past events weigh you down. Cast them aside because you don't need them. You'll feel lighter without them, anyways.

i hope i die on a cloudy day, because i want the sun to mourn me. & when the birds fly south for the winter, i want them to tuck my name under their feathers like a prayer and carry it somewhere i'll never go. i watch the leaves turn fiery, fall, & decay in mass graves on the ground. my throat catches, stopping me from making another sound. when the snow starts to fall, & evergreens are the only life around— i won't be there to see it.

love being able to dream again.

I want to crash and burn So then maybe you will notice I need help My demands fall on deaf ears Each And Everytime

Her wings be not white but blackened and burned. Singed by the fall her actions hath earned. Her grace is absent. Neither here or there. I cannot find it and I do not care for though her halo be shattered and rent, it changes not that she's heaven-sent.

when she was young she knew which way the Nile river was, no matter how many times she spun around. the insides of her eyelids were encrusted with hieroglyphics; her tongue held the tattoos only a sphinx would recognize. but he came and stole her egypt, the way a poor man steals a piece of bread; to sustain his body, his heart, his broken lungs sick of breathing. and for a while she lived in the dark, wishing for her egypt to come back to her with it's golden sand and pharaoh smiles. but her mind was not a mind without her egypt, so to the man's house she moved in the dark. and with her hands she claimed his throa

Here you are again in a hospital's bed. Very much alive. Wishing you were dead because you know with too certain dread that you can't escape the beast in your head. It always has you in a cast-iron bind. You look for any escape you can find. When you think it's gone, it creeps up behind. This palpable terror inside your mind. It's always hungry. It's never full. It will not be sated when everything's null. Which is why you try to do more than dull this horror's existence inside your skull.

I’m 15 and just losing my dreams. Coming home to find you gone,   Shell Shocked Heart Break. Red and Blue Red and Blue Red and Blue,    Sirens sounding. Please, PLEASE,  Let him come home! It’s been a few days    One bottle, Two bottle, Three.. Take it away No more not today,  I still need her,    Can’t lose both It’s been a few years,     finally shed a few tears. Not one but two,   because no matter how much it hurts,        the truth,           Neither came home that day.