Tell my hand to stay Tell my head to lower down Tell my ear to listen my heart to drop (Source: pascalstar) 5:05 am  •  2 May 2020  •  1 note 

So I labor at my heart again as a safe keeping. Harbor Harbor…for labor of the heart…mind wants everything, mind jumps from neck collar bone to elbow like a tick looking to land. Meanwhile the hands are burning but staying cooling mind for heart to glow glow glow… (Source: pascalstar) 3:51 am  •  1 May 2020

 i have been dreaming dreaming dreaming so much I forget to live it seems. So I dare be brave and write for no one but the net of magic that this may bring. Or nothing at all to tell you the truth. Thighs: ablaze. Heart: confused but willing mind: empty and absent (Source: hongkongcoffee) 3:48 am  •  1 May 2020

 so i come back close to the heat from my thighs and try to write anyway because what else am I supposed to do with this raging heat blooming in every cell of me? (Source: hongkongcoffee) 3:41 am  •  1 May 2020

 it looks like it looks like the Great Dipper was never as Big nor honey dew as the one I saw as a child. There, was it a bear at all or a cauldron? i am so tired and upset I cannot find the words.  (Source: hongkongcoffee) 3:39 am  •  1 May 2020

 If there ever was an old heart that suddenly felt lush like a bloody tropical rainforest, it was mine. I just want to cry because frankly I am too old for this sort of luscious forest. Anyway, so it goes that the Great Dipper is here to stay it looks like,  (Source: hongkongcoffee) 3:37 am  •  1 May 2020