Untitled, Shauna Ubersox
12 hours ago • 14 notesif there is one thing that i am, i am books. i am
ink, gushing black out of aisles of time, i am ache, brushing
past protagonists in purple and girls spun from gold.
i am tall and heavy, standing in grasses so thick light never
touches the dirt; i am a couch on rainy sunday, springs
sticking out and reaching for freedom from musty confines.
if there is one thing that i am, i am heart. i am
constellations stretched out before myself like an angry map,
i am bound at the stake, i have stood in the sun and not gotten
burned. i am consumed with passion, green with envy, red with
rage; i am wax dripping from antique chandeliers onto battle plans
over and over again.
if there is one thing that i am, i am the semicolon. i am
always held at half past half, continuing to both stop and go at once.
i am sleep on a summer afternoon, dreaming about creativity and
angry for heartbreak. i am back in the past looking ahead through
rose colored lenses tinted slightly too pink. i am never in the present
or the future, i am always wax, i am always ink, ache, i am always
books.
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1 day ago • 0 notesSometimes it’s easier for me to pretend rather than face my feelings.
Sometimes it’s easier to try to make it alone than risk getting hurt again.
Sometimes it’s easier to be numb towards certain people so I dont let them get too close.
Sometimes I’m scared, but when I act numb towards you it doesnt mean I don’t care. It means I care too much.



