• Hannah Flowers

you are what i dream of while i lie awake in bed, i stay up much too late, wait for you to message back. i learned this recently: not everything has to hurt so bad. i wade my aching muscles across tides of emotion, every sore spot in my body filled with memories of flowers and the feel of your skin under the tips of my fingers. they say history repeats itself unless you learn from it, can you let go of the former if you stress the latter bit? replace the dead lavender buds with sunflowers on the table, your heart may be open and ready, but is it able? find me deep in the moonlight, waiting for you to arrive, i will still be here when you find the time.

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what once was sacred is cursed perhaps it could be worse the temple at which i’d pray overrun now by this wraith my messiah led me astray that’s what you get with blind faith my friends were also fool

you were a house.

can you feel me looking at you? can you hear me whisper to the moon? in the same way i felt you refrain heard the breaking of these chains as i tried to hold onto your frame after i had been an earthq

candles / spores

you asked me to meet you in a dream yes, i will, i replied swiftly for a moment’s pleasure seems far more important than honesty. have you ever watched a mushroom grow? some have spores which, at nigh