sweet sinful symphonies

 the moon is nothing to earth  without the sun  but the real awakening in life is to realize  you are the sun for your moon  and the moon for your sun the earth needs you here  for the changing of life’s seasons  not just for aesthetics and astrology 

 I’d tell you all my  favorites  if I knew them I can’t even promise  I’ll like me tomorrow

 it’s silly really one day I realized I didn’t want to escape  this labyrinth of suffering  i’d rather explore  with you a tad bit longer beauty in the suffering 

 it isn’t your problem  if another being forgets  what it means  to be a part of humanity.  spill your soul to strangers.  sing when inspiration hits you.  laugh at the mundane.  you’re so. fucking. valid. 

 sometimes  being human means we open up  to complete strangers  an innocent bystander  helping bag your groceries because they just can’t stand  to see a gal cry and the beans spill tumbling by the thousands  burying you from the inside out  feeling as though if you don’t stop oversharing you might explode  but being too addicted  to the possibility of relief  to stop  sometimes you go to Foodland for Cheetos  and leave behind the legumes that haunt you

 sometimes  it feels like if I don’t get  this bubbling unwarranted unrighteous anger OUT I may take the whole  world down with me 

 I was worried  our bubble would pop when we finally detangled and left the safe zone out into the real world. Turns out,            the bubble’s where ever you lead me. 🖤