"Every night, more wisps try to get me to follow them. Why won’t they listen when I say I can’t? They jump on my arms and legs. Their little feet burn my skin, and my skin looks red in the mirror. It is winter now, and I can’t feel the cold. I wish I could."
–Alexa Baczak
often those
that are
hurting the most
shine the brightest
with kindness,
to help bring light
& uplifting hope
into the darkness
encompassing others.
°~☆♡☆~°
We watch in awe
reflecting on the sheerness
of midnight's veil
reveling in the stillness of a quiet river
we tell our secrets to the stars
with a whispered pledge of love eternal
a sworn oath beneath this August moon...
~cf
Your strength
in tenderness..
you are the relief
to my unrest
the calm to my upset
in your tone of voice
in the words that heal me..
you are ever my love..my sanctuary...
~cf