Monday, October 12, 2015

// breathe out //

i whisper into the darkness.

the hot air parting as the words escape my lips.

i don't know what i whispered 

or why i did;

but it was dark and my hands looked like inky ghosts.

waiting for the words that i spoke.

maybe it was a prayer.

or a wish.

or perhaps a plea for help.

my eyes squeeze shut with force,

the inky ghosts form a fist.

{i do not think it was a wish}

the lips purse,

preventing further words to be murmured.

i find my fingers creating strange shapes 

in the darkness,

its like the ghosts are dancing.

an agitated, anxious dance.

tripping over each other,

tangled in the strange midnight air. 

i do not know what i think, 

what i see, 

it is all blurry,



is it a prayer?

a plea for help?

or is it both?

the syllables float above me,



the ghosts over take them,

the darkness swallows them,

and they're gone.

what did i whisper?

i guess we'll never know.

<3 eva
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"and the peace of God, which surpasses all comprehension,
will guard your hearts and your minds in Christ Jesus."

-philippians 4:7 // via

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