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Is it just light flickering through the darkness?
Is it just people pretending to play god?
Is it a mystery without another mystery?
@sunkissed-summerdaze
Is it all darkness playing with fire?
Is everyone gods pretending to be people?
Is every mystery just leading to another mystery?
Come along my friend. Let me tell you stories & whisper sweet nothings to you. Adventure awaits.
-E.S.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
Daily Dose of Gold
Moonchild inside the gloom,
Remember there are stars filled with light.
Past, future, present,
They all reside inside the fume.
Don't forget to let go,
But hold on,
Past memories will fade away,
But only to remember the good ol' days.
Stay still,
Don't forget to take your daily dose of gold.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
You: You always had such sad eyes. Me: That's because I was sad. You: Are you still sad? Me: Sometimes.
-E.S.
Hey,
I'm not sure I'm doing this whole blogging thing right.
-E.S.
Sleepless nights, huh?
-E.S.
Hey,
I'm not sure I'm doing this whole blogging thing right.
-E.S.
Friends?
Does anyone wanna be friends?
-E.S. Fri, June. 16th / 2023 12:03 a.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze
Coffee date at 2:00a.m.?
Thoughts...
Any broken hearted people out there? You wanna date me…I’m not desperate…I’m just lonely. We can be lonely together 💕💕💕.
The only requirement is that you have to be completely unhinged about coffee.
Thanks!
-E.S.
Thoughts...
Slowly drowning in my own demise... I suppose it's time to swim to the surface now... perhaps get out of the water and venture to a new world. I'll see you when I'm there... -E.S. Thurs, April. 18th / 2024 4:41p.m. @sunkissed-summerdaze
Hey,
Slowly annoying my sister…like I don’t even mean to. I feel like my energy just doesn’t match up with hers. Which is okay, I just hope that we can get along long enough until this trip is over with…
-E.S.
Fri, June. 21st / 2024
8:04p.m.
@sunkissed-summerdaze
A damp seaside cottage bathed in a picturesque pastel yellow paint peeling off the walls cracked windows shattered bottles screaming on the floor a story that you’ll never hear a silent porch bearing a lonesome rocking chair where tears used to stain her floral dress a sore giggling wind brings along an exiled melancholia unloaded memorabilia and then there’s you, collapsed on the dangling shingles tumbledown eyes peaking out of streaks of wet hair humming an outdated tune from the pit of a golden lacquered heart sluggishly tracing the words your mind’s waves cry. Sometimes you sink into their foam with your lavender socks and then the bitter water licks your neck and you forget the punctuation of the days that strut by and on that rooftop overlooking your splinters you shrug starved by the discolored key waiting under the doormat by the flower petals lingering around the gutter maybe it’s okay to die a little younger.
golden lacquered heart | © Margaux Emmanuel