I hate it when people say the miss you but they don’t make a single fucking effort to spend time with you!!!!!!
Had this almost my entire life.
Why are veins on a butterfly’s wings beautiful
and arteries on a fallen leaf’s skin healthy,
but the pulsing blue around my calves
warrants self-loathing and suffocation?
Why is a wrinkle precious as it
cuts through the heart of willow trees
or weaves gently through the canyon
in rippling purple river waves,
but the crevices that curl at the ends of my lips
deserve harsh chemical creams
and venomous tears?
Why is the belly of a fattened raincloud
the left arm of God’s glory
and the bulge of cherry blossoms
the artist’s favorite muse,
but I have fantasies about spilling blood
and swallowing tundra
to eradicate the pocket of flesh
around my waist?
Why is it that the earth is allowed
to be beautiful the way it was born
but a woman is not?
Can’t you see I Love You… Please don’t break my heart in two…Elvis Presley ~ Wooden Heart
There is some Rain inside me…
I had a beautiful dream tonight… I saw someone that once, long time ago, cared for me.
This person gave me a hug and lay down with me under a big tree, the tree had beautiful white and red flowers… I dont remeber what we talked about, but when I started crying, he smiled to me and put me around his arms.
So I saw the beauty white wings covering my eyes and heard a lullaby puting me to sleep.
So I wake up, with a hope that my next days will be better…