may the bravest, sincerest and most thorough lovers find you, love on you until your recognise your inner child as your true nature. may you wear that true nature, beloved. wear it proudly, utterly, loudly and completely.
'if we are willing
to lose for
loves blossoming,
rather than lose
in the protection
of loves hiding.
the eternal
is grown
no matter what
becomes dust.'
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may the things that tear at your spirit form themselves up to make you more stronger, more radiant and more magnificent. may the things that hurt, that confuse push you to the truest version of you. and so it is...
matrydom is dead.
i killed her with my sword.
when i looked her in the eyes, so she would know i was done, she whispered to me, 'i thought you'd never come...
then I met my darkness.
i didn't run.
i didn't hide.
i was terrified.
but I sat there, holding my
breathe, afraid of what I'd see.
i sat there
i sat
eyes heavy with salty waters
i sat some more, there with the black
until my tender heart eased.
suddenly, I began to to feel free.