Strained And Wanting

This numbness wails against the silence of my lips, my mind haunts the existence of my abyss...................

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All houses are haunted. Everywhere I’ve ever lived has been haunted

1. Ash, Tracy K Smith 2. Anatomy, Kitty Horrorshow 3. Little talks, Of Monsters and Men 4. Doctor Who 5. Why are you haunted: a survey, Joan Tierney 6. I know the end, Phoebe Bridgers 7. Dark Places: The Haunted House in Film, Barry Curtis 8. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows, John Koenig 9. Things We Say in the Dark, Kirsty Logan 10. Ghosts in the attic

Fantasy

Over there, a mountain side

billowing over a timeless pride

a valley, full of wisps and sighs

each flower an ear

each leaf an eye

.

The sun does not set here

forever, the full moon bright and sheer

will expel the living of their fear

the light-filled twins

share a darkened sky

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I sat down amongst it all

my mind swaying, a graceful fall

settled within this imagined world

my head a blur

my heart a whirl

This is in no way a fairy transaction, I promise.

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Friday, 23rd July 2021

The moon was swallowed in a throbbing light

As the thunder began its climbing flight

And in the dawn of a swelling tide

She saw inside the world dressed in spite

everything just really comes down to how I wasn't a person for most of my life. by which I mean I did not consider myself a person. it made such a profound impact on the way I navigated the world & yet standing on the other side of it I could hardly explain it to you

the memory of a memory, Katie Maria

— Haruki Murakami, 1Q84

[text ID: We cannot simply sit and stare at our wounds forever. We must stand up and move on to the next action.]

I am hollow in this coursing wind, a brightened shell and song within.

I am raging in this ocean sky, the greying light a burning sign.

I am buried in my absent mind, wrapped and beating this blurry sound.

Fallen angels are only humans in disguise, reincarnated to follow a new purpose - heal others in order to heal yourself.