the dirt beneath our fingernails tells the truth more honestly than our lips or brains will ever manage. it is a collection of our hard work and late nights. the places we have been and the people we have been hiding from. although we may try our hardest to scrape these snippets of memory from underneath our tiny collections of DNA. we will never escape the fact that there will always be a small fragment of truth, hiding in the nook beneath the nail we couldn’t quite get to.
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".
• say hello.• give me something to write about. beamie
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