Branches outside the length of my skin
are reaching to feel
what belongs to them.
But the sky is no where to be found
and they can’t trace the clouds
with their jagged sin,
so they burst from my mouth,
let metamorphosis begin.
Reblogged from abklynmyracle
Kahlil Gibran (via abklynmyracle)
Reblogged from hibamanzoor
Kahlil Gibran (via hibamanzoor)
There is a melody that calls to me, hauntingly, upon a sadistic breeze… . it wraps me up like I’m made of seeds and flings me toward eternity… . wind drifts around me, parts of me splayed along the streams like sunglasses, speckled with white doses… . the trees reach toward me, trying desperately to catch my drifting soul, but all that is left are fragments and I want to drown… . there is a melody that calls to me… . it is haunting me… . let me feel it in my fingers when I wake, let me kiss the edges with my pale teeth when I scream… . a midnight chill has befallen me, and I realize I am made of fragile bones, stacked together in a twister… . the sun, she falls asleep, and wakens in me, she … . she… . why is she killing me? I am flowing in and out of reality, my body split between two halves and a whole, why, oh why, are my bones so cold? There is a melody that sings to me… . she is drawing me to her… . why, why are my thoughts so weary? Why, why are my feet so blue? A star is peeling me, shedding my bones layer by layer, dust by dust… . I am shivering… . There is a melody that sleeps in me and has woken at last… . she… . she is me.
Reblogged from morningfaerie
Rumi (via morningfaerie)
(Source: nirvikalpa)
Do not let your breath out in a puff, do not swear in silent vows. Do not twirl the air around you with too much force or she will fade away. Made of whispers, the fae of night is delicate, her frame surreal. If she loves you she will never leave you. But if you love her with stubborn resiliency, she will fade into the shadows, morph into the dark sky, a mere ghost of grey. Do not hold her too tightly, nor force her to follow with your sluggish steps, or she will flee, fly to the moon, and morph into the sun. Hush, hush, hush, do not hold her without gentleness; hush, hush, hush, watch her with tenderness.
