A bouquet of clumsy words: you know that place between sleep and awake where you’re still dreaming but it’s slowly slipping? I wish we could feel like that more often. I also wish I could click my fingers three times and be transported to anywhere I like. I wish that people didn’t always say ‘just wondering’ when you both know there was a real reason behind them asking. and I wish I could get lost in the stars.
listen, there’s a hell of a good universe next door, let’s go."
"This girl you think you are
does not exist beyond the glasses by which you view the world.
So be free to see it is no longer a dark alley that you crawl down
but a field of gold you dance within.
Be free from this prison of your self criticism,
for your self definition could never comprehend the vastness
of what lies beneath.
Do not look upon the breaking wave
and scold the whole ocean for its chaos.
Do not look upon the smallest threshold of the self
and declare the entirety as worthless.
Recognise the deep ocean that is you.
Recognise it but do not name it.
Dive deep down inside it but never label it.
Search its depths and ride its waves
but never criticise it.
For you are limitless.
And your negative definitions do not suit.
The shape of your prison is not the shape of reality.
So awaken your memory
to a world beyond this small space.
Breathe and discover that life was always waiting
just inside you
desperate to leap forth into the unknown world
and so seek out the very reason
it could not just lay down and die.”
- Joel McKerrow “Girl”