Muse 61: Stars

found via samantha nina

She needed someone to tell her the truth straight. She needed words to come exactly as so: "Honey, you're so naive and insecure, can't you see his promises are lies?" And if her friend is wise, there will be a comparison using the moon. A lovely globe in the tiers of the sky, a disco ball that causes drunken lovers in their stupor to chase wishful thoughts, that he will not retrieve even with a million promises. "...but the thought of the moon in my hands is so lovely," she whispered. And her friend needs to be a good friend, and not swoon under romantic ideas. Her friend needs to say, "Take the stars and make your own necklace." 

Muse 56: Wings

found via Hudsalva

As the sun slipped through the curtains, I raised my arms above my head. The strain on my muscles felt like a gentle pull, stretching out my arms into a giant pair of wings. Granted, it doesn't take much to fly when you have all the right feathers growing straight from the pores. I like to think of my fingers reaching for the sky as the outstretched wingspan that will bring me to the clouds. I don't know, I think I just like stretching in the morning.

Muse 34: Her Sadness

donnie darko, 2001

Like a beast crawling in the pits of my stomach, I am what you would never notice twice, and you are the gift lion that I dare not look into. Am I to find a black, bottomless hole where I will fall endlessly? Forever, I feel the pain, slowly scraping away with a sadistic desire to make me feel each growling stretch as the pain rips my womb open. The hysteria is set loose, but I'll keep these emotions hidden just as you wish, when I'm around you. I won't be able to bear the fear on your face, even if this heart is killing me with a slow suffocational suicide. I want to leave you, but that's such a tragic ending. And if I stay, I will be forgotten. Death is the only answer, and maybe, at least, I can die beautifully. So I trap my heart in the attic, trap it underneath the wooden floorboards, as I watch you love another.