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)

hard to open up

if u keep on touchin’

the wounds i’m tryin’ to close

the problem is— we think we know more than the ocean does; trust the current currents xx b

cold moon warm light

reveal to me the other side