me, myself, and i
what is dead, must die again collection
this piece is apart of a larger collection that will be unfolding over the next couple of weeks. “what is dead, must die again,” feels like a debut and a homecoming. you can find the video talking about the full inspiration for this collection below.
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she feels like an evergreen forest. the color cream and a piano solo in a minor key. she feels like teacups with matching saucers and holding your arms out, to make your shadow like an airplane. she feels like the stinging your eyes do right before your tear ducts go to work, like 8:13 on a saturday morning. she feels like red wine and the chapstick you keep in your pocket for whenever you need it. she feels like lips, and the pattern of your heartbeat after you take some deep breaths. she is like drinking five bottles of water in a day. she feels like turning your pillow over to rest your head on the cool side. she feels like the crackle of thunder before the lighting. she is the light left on for you at night, for when you come home. m.
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