Let the fire inside you burn brighter than the fire around you.
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i. she was fire.
whenever the sunlight caught her hair in just the right way, she glowed.
i should’ve known that she would burn me someday.
ii. she was sunshine.
her eyes were brighter than the sun could ever be.
they held so much warmth that i didn’t think it would ever run out.
iii. she was the center of the universe.
every time she walked into a room, time seemed to stop.
if only it actually had.
iv. time can heal wounds.
maybe it’s because it creates those scars in the first place.
time destroyed us.
v. i look at her now and see a ghost.
her hair does not know how to handle sunshine.
the radiance of her smile plays on her lips but never makes it.
my heart stops every time i see the past in the present.
vi. she was mine.
— (via inkonapagepoetry)
So I am lonely, but not alone, like everybody else.
— Martin Amis, Time’s Arrow (via feellng)
I can’t wait for the day that instead of “It’s late, I have to go.” you will say “It’s late, let’s go to bed.”