You are warm light And fresh sheets. You are the last flicker of my favourite candle. You are bruises and scars And bitten down nails. You are a struggle against the rain. You are love and you are mine. You are mine. You are mine. - A.H ...
(Once again credit to artist and owner of this wonderful work of art.) Recently I read How To Be A Woman by Caitlin Moran. I would honestly recommend this book to anyone with a vagina because it does something I simply haven't come across in literature before and it made me properly realise something. The female experience is something that isn't discussed enough....
There's something nice about a storm. Trees are bent over from an invisible force, Leaves quiver, grass shakes, The sky turns so dark I contemplate it falling. The sky cries And the sunflowers are darker, They don't stand up as well. Something invisible has changed them. But nature is beautiful And damage done is just its way. The trees will stop their...
