in between thorns

and broken hearts

i grew flowers

in the broken parts

and scars

of my heart

Midnights mean new beginnings

midnights bring new beginnings

midnights ring in a new year

23 is a new year; a seven year

at midnight we begin again

00:00 we meet again

at the same time

for the first time

as she silently whispered to the winds—

i’m willing to lose everything

(let go)

and that’s how you rise

Butterfly

sometimes i wish i wouldn’t go writing for at least one day, but then again my mind can’t stop making sentences … (Mercury)

to what could’ve been

and still can be

to what’s not meant to be

and whatever will be

will b

b

give me something to hold onto— Poetry

hoje eu mergulhei no mar com a água da chuva a me molhar

body is heavy, can’t let go

fluid body, where did my soul go?

i knew it in my heart

Spirit lives at my core

e se por algum motivo

você não conseguisse voar

te emprestaria minhas asas

e flutuaria no ar

as she silently whispered to the winds—

i’m willing to lose everything

(let go)