I know how nice it feels when the glue that puts you back together again
finally sets. I understand the relief
of being able to walk to work without dry swallowing
your entire fist.

You don’t know I still visit our old home everyday.

With each visit, I find more dead flies curled up on the counters,
a silence heavier and more deafening
than the day before.

I know how nice it feels when the glue that puts you back together again
finally sets. I understand the relief
of being able to walk to work without dry swallowing
your entire fist.

You don’t know I still visit our old home everyday.

With each visit, I find more dead flies curled up on the counters,
a silence heavier and more deafening
than the day before.

I’ve heard there is a parallel universe
existing one inch above our heads.
Almost identical to our own but different choices
were made and a butterfly flapped its wings
a few less times. In that universe,
maybe we are still together.

I am looking for a portal to that dimension
and I don’t care if is there’s no portal
back. In that dimension, you might hate me even more
than you already do. I’m willing to take that risk.
Maybe we will have never even met yet. I swear,
if that’s true, I will search every square inch of that plane
until I find you.

themotherofrevelation:

I am Mother Earth, the Creatrix.
I am the Mother of the Cosmos, the High Priestess.
The gateway to God lies between my towering pillars of ecstatic surrender.
The scarlet brine that flows from my sap-soaked temple is an ever-nourishing spring of esoteric wisdom.
My elixirs, furiously coursing through my beating temple, are the nectars of eternal life.
Part the Red Sea, and dissolve into your Dark Mother.
Drink from me, for I am the Fountain of Youth.
Feed on my ripe fruits, for my womanhood is your source of life.
Cascade into me;
I am the raging inferno that ravages your ravenous soul.
Lose yourself in the Womb of the World;
You are mine to devour.
Within me, you disintegrate to reemerge.
I am She who gives you life.
I am She who gives you death.
I am the Maiden, the Waxing Moon.
I am the Mother, the Full Moon.
I am the Enchantress, the Waning Moon.
I am the Crone, the Dark Moon.
I am the Sacred Whore, the Holy Harlot.
I am the Seer, the Illuminatrix.
I am the Dark Goddess, the Veiled Mother of Mystery.
I am the Great Giver and the Great Receiver.
I am the Daughter of Dawn and the Mother of Dusk.
I am the Shekinah.
I am Shakti.
I am Woman.

(via goddessundulate)