All good things are wild and free

I belong where birds take bathes in streams, where feet are bare and troubles, spare.

My name is Lily. This blog is for my writing and the things that inspire it.

My other blog is wiildandfreee.tumblr.com

it all starts backwards

opening eachother up, claws into flesh into membrane

i’m confused and unstable

and i want you

i want you to lie down next to me

i want you to touch my hair and to tell me nice things

i want you to smile and smirk at me

i want to be with you

i want to take walks in the woods with you

to be embraced by you and take in your scent

to bury my face in your chest and feel okay

i want to feel okay, you’ll make me feel okay

i want to drive until i hit the ocean, than continue on

i want to move around, i want to be free

but most of all, i want you

i want your hand in mine

i want your lips on my skin

i want your fingertips to conquer my flesh

and i want to look into your eyes and read your thoughts

i want to hug you and keep you forever

i don’t know what to do with myself

it’s like the words aren’t there anymore

i feel like a dried up fountain

once big and beautiful,

boasting enormous spurts of water

and glorious promises of quench

and now i am empty

empty of thought

without words, without sentiment or ideas

and, still, without you

— 1 year ago