somethings darling are not meant to make sense
April 2
silver slice, watch how cut light highlights shadows that dance on our walls. hold. what is broken. take it inside you. cradle it close to your heart and let what hurt you be unveiled. in the illuminated splinters that the move along the path you’ve chosen learn to have faith with each step you take if only in yourself. though this life can ache its ecstasy lies in the spaces between its brightness and shadow.
April 3
still your soul between the cool, grey matter to elongate the space between each cell, each thought, each heart break, each heart beat. each moment you feel the world at your back, urging you forward. you are so singular and connected to all that holds Anima. it is woven into every fiber of your being. waiting for you reach for everything you are offered. you are worthy though you do not think yourself so. so find yourself here now grounded within this truth that is so deeply buried within the folds of every temporal castle we construct. and hold hold hold that semblance of sparkling peace that misunderstood insanity for as long as it decides to unfold around you.