Untitled Worlds

"when I said ‘give me a ring’ she thought I meant a call now I haven’t had her number for two years and we keep saying, how many times are we going to cut these red flags into valentines you know all those wars we fought have turned our shine into rust we can’t even touch each others hearts without a tetanus shot"

~   Andrea Gibson, ‘Prism’ (via loverofstories) (via yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem)

"And I cried… for all of the women who stretched their bodies for civilizations, only to find ruins."

~   Sonia Sanchez (via vertigoverb) (via yourveryfleshshallbeagreatpoem)

Dreams

I never understood why people had dream journals. Dreams, to me, were just mere constructions of a universe you fancied. I often never remember them. But last night it was like my actual heart was intertwined with my dream. The throbbing ache in my chest and throat (that are not physical health conditions…I checked) are pure testament to that.  I had a dream that it was spring and everybody was hunky dory and existing, when suddenly were roommate told me that someone was here to see me. Curious, I got up and walked to the door to find him standing there. You know, with that nonchalant smile and his bright brown eyes. So much joy and happiness exploded in my heart as he held me tightly in his arms, revealing how much I actually do miss him and his ability to understand who I am and find every inch of that intriguing. As much as I promise myself that I am not hurt and that he is a fading picture of my past my subconscious gave me a bite of reality. I still love him and I am so fucking scared that I might have just lost one of the most important people in my life.