~Emily Dickinson
it's the things that we breathe in and hold in our lungs, the things that we let live beneath our skin that eventually poison us. always.
what do you do when the truths we speak turn into lies the minute they hit the air? how were we to know that our hearts kept secrets from us?
i was lonely, and i let you into me. i opened up wide, like the earth, and swallowed your secrets, kept them in my heart, in my lungs. we river rafted through the cold blood of my veins. you warmed me.
it's winter again, and i'm cold, so cold. it's the kind of cold that's lives forever behind your spleen- the kind of cold that makes your bones rattle like a million keys that have lost their locks.
teach me how to taste the sun. don't leave until i'm warm again.
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"i was lonely, and i let you into me. i opened up wide, like the earth, and swallowed your secrets, kept them in my heart, in my lungs" That line made my heart wrench. It's so close to home for me. There's always something poetic about the word lungs. Don't you think? I mean, sure the heart is something we all take about, but when we get down the the biology of it, the lungs keep us moving.
Yeah I'm rambling. But only because your writing is too pretty for me to express in sensible words.
thank you, you're so sweet! trust me, girlfriend, i know exactly what you mean :] <3
I love this. And I love your Ray Bradbury quote on your page- perfect.
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