by Rachel Lynch
let go of my hand & release me back to the sea. your love made me inept, incapable of even the simplest task. reduced to a crushed soul, withering in a tower. i am a girl who needs salt water, sun on her skin and sand in her hair.
i am a contradiction, but i love big. i have things to say, and for five year, you were somehow powerful enough to keep me from saying them. comfort strips the spirit of a need for change.
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by Rachel Lynch
love is always right on time. and maybe in this life, you get to love more than once. maybe you get to love and be loved in different shapes and forms, and as many times as your heart has been broken, you will also break hearts. it all comes and goes. it is the motion of returning.
you are your own center, you will give and you will take, but nothing will fill you up like knowing you need nothing.
you were born complete, healed, filled. anything you add is only surfeit, and you are lucky to have known more than enough.
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by Rachel Lynch
drenched in a myth, in the words of my favorite writers. sleeping in the sun, returning home, where my innocence will be like the dawn.
soon i will make peace with everything, eat peaches in my garden with ricotta and honey, and pull inspiration from fantasy. words are like decoration, if they sound good, maybe they hold meaning.
if you make the world around you beautiful, maybe the hard things are tolerable. maybe there is god in the simplicity of being.
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by Rachel Lynch
i once slept in a white box high above the city. it allowed for all the light in the world to fill it’s corridors, but still, i could not grow. i would shrivel and act out, i was very afraid. there was beauty all around me, but none inside. it took me a little while, but now i see, i must be my own light.
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by Rachel Lynch
the unbearable simplicity of loving something you have yet to encounter. we are two figments in each other’s phones, it’s easy to love what you have not met.
i turn the heat up, and you burn out. our ships pass in the night. i don’t often serve my intensity, because it beckons this result.
i am on fire, and i shouldn’t have to burn out to make your bed. if my passion is unsettling, then our hearts are not meant to be.
you cannot contend with a woman like me.
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by Rachel Lynch
song of the siren as she dives back into the sea. in taoism, they say everything returns. our life is a motion of returning. so too does the siren return to her depths, she is never gone for long from her spirit and her strength.
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by Rachel Lynch
sunset at rockaway beach.
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by Rachel Lynch
beach days have been healing my soul.
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by Rachel Lynch
by Rachel Lynch
