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my world has become hushed hues of violet;the universe is not violent anymore. midnights have meaning once more,an hour of rolling river in the summer sun,not hurricane -i no longer wish to be stolen into the cosmos.
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contentment

by wordsovertears

my world has become hushed hues of violet;the universe is not violent anymore.

midnights have meaning once more,an hour of rolling river in the summer sun,not hurricane -i no longer wish to be stolen into the cosmos.

i am content here on land,my feet on the ground,my lips parallel to yoursinstead of clashingly crying for help.

my mind is periwinkle,xanax bottle in the corner of the room,unused;there is a calm that has settled in the airwhich has not inhabited my homesince my heart was first cracked unwhole.

my body is broken aubergine,a work in progresson the verge of serenity but still stinging.my skin has smoothed out,but i am adorned with bluepurple bruisesfrom the wood shop i call home.

i am now a canvas of creation,not of destruction.my heart is warm lavendar-you inhabit every cornerof every single love song.

your eyes make me lose my soft nihilismas i wonder how the world came up with something like you,how the chaos of it all made me stumble into you.

the skies are deep indigoand they captivate mewithout producing panic.i am a member of the cosmos,not a lost boy waiting to soar far into them.i compose the universe;i contain the universe.

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