you are cinnamon and apples strung together haphazardly and left to simmer until the timer rings. i am vanilla ice cream, flecked, balanced and carefully measured, not too little and not too much. as i stretch out my muscles and singsong out of tune, you unwrap me like the smallest of gifts, carefully undoing my creases and running your fingers along the tears in my wrapping. it’s the sweetest of gestures and i cannot help but believe that sometimes the best things in life should be enjoyed too much.
hi, i'm sarah. i write because otherwise my head becomes too crowded. all of these words amount to moments i've lived or people i've loved.
“with time, i will fade from this universe, but i hope that when you look to the night sky, you see my crooked smile in the crescent moon. hear my laugh as the fireflies dance and glow in the summer heat. feel my embrace in your darkest of hours and know that when i whispered “forever,” i meant i’d never leave. i’ll live on in your heart, as infinite as the stars.” - gabrielle green.
p.s all of my writing is tagged under "original work".
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