Escapril Prompt: Grief

escapril prompt: grief

Tonight I leave behind nightmares of yesteryear. Of memories drenched in tears of shattered possibilities. For light has broken through din and haze. And I await your warm embrace delivered upon morning’s arrival.

May we cultivate a shameless cycle of self-love built upon the smoldering embers of grief so that I may create once more. In your name. In your visage.

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“Never make someone a priority when all you are to them is an option.”

— Maya Angelou (via goodreadss)

I think twice about who really deserves my energy these days

And The Two Side By Side….. Love Some Good Sun And Moon Imagery
And The Two Side By Side….. Love Some Good Sun And Moon Imagery

and the two side by side….. love some good sun and moon imagery

print shop here

Matilda’s Strong Young Mind Continued To Grow, Nurtured By The Voices Of All Those Authors Who Had
Matilda’s Strong Young Mind Continued To Grow, Nurtured By The Voices Of All Those Authors Who Had
Matilda’s Strong Young Mind Continued To Grow, Nurtured By The Voices Of All Those Authors Who Had
Matilda’s Strong Young Mind Continued To Grow, Nurtured By The Voices Of All Those Authors Who Had
Matilda’s Strong Young Mind Continued To Grow, Nurtured By The Voices Of All Those Authors Who Had

Matilda’s strong young mind continued to grow, nurtured by the voices of all those authors who had set their books out into the world like ships onto the sea. These books gave Matilda a comforting message: “You are not alone.”

Matilda 🌼 (1996), dir. Danny DeVito

Rainy Day ⛈️
Rainy Day ⛈️

rainy day ⛈️

Mistaya River (by Coneslayer)

Mistaya River (by coneslayer)

Lisbon, Portugal.
Lisbon, Portugal.

Lisbon, Portugal.

escapril: into the woods

Warning springs forth into the glade of my mind Troubling portents of events yet written Beckoning with gnarled hand and tempting my wandering eye

“Into the woods, my child” it speaks, “Into the woods once more.”

The scent of whim hangs like morning dew upon blades and boughs A tantalizing portrait of unspoken prospects Laden with foreign baubles and familiar laughter

“Into the woods, my son” it sings, “Open your wings and soar.”

Melodies of sugary sunlight guide my tired steps Promising respite upon linen and down, lavender and raindrops All coaxed by crackling flames amidst the sound of strings

“Into the woods, my light” it pleads, “Follow the forest floor.”

Here I stand puzzled as I gaze upon a ruin of lumber Lamenting the loss of time itself, cursing poor insight and planning ‘Til the siren call returns to beckon me

Into the woods once more.


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