I...

"I LOVE YOU TO YOUR BONES, STRAIGHT DOWN TO THE DUST OF YOU."

~   Pavana (via MAZA-DOHTA)

unknown original source, anyone??

I've never been...

I’VE NEVER BEEN BRAVE ENOUGH

TO TELL YOU HOW I FEEL.

MY THOUGHTS OF YOU ARE BONES

HIDDEN BENEATH THE DIRT. 

THERE’S A LION IN MY CHEST

ROARING INSIDE MY THROAT,

HE BEATS AGAINST MY RIBS

WHENEVER YOU ARE NEAR. 

I LOVE YOU THE WAY A MOTHER ANTELOPE

FALLS ASLEEP WITH HER CALVES:

IN A CRADLE OF SILENCE HELD BENEATH

THE EYES OF A STARVING MOON.

MY CHEST IS A JUNGLE FULL OF BODIES

BLEEDING AND BEGGING FOR LIFE,

YOUR NAME IS A STRANGLED BREATH,

AND I LOVE YOU.

I’M SORRY I STILL CAN’T SAY IT

WITHOUT SWALLOWING YOU WHOLE.

"

~   Pavana पवन

A.F Vandevorst  Fall 2015 via STYLE.COM

we....

"

WE ARE NOT THE DIRT

WE ARE PLANTED IN, 

WE ARE THE LIGHT

AND THE WATER

WE NOURISH OURSELVES FROM.

WE ARE THE FLOWERS

WE CHOOSE TO BE."

~   Pavana पवन   

considerthewldflwrs

things that break...

"THINGS THAT BREAK:

FLOWERS.

DAWN.

THE OCEAN.

OUR HEARTS.

THIS IS HOW

GARDENS GROW.

THIS IS HOW

THE SUN BLOSSOMS.

THIS IS HOW WE

MAKE IT HOME.

THIS IS HOW WE

LEARN TO LOVE."

~   Pavana पवन

mady dooijes

If only...

"IF ONLY PEOPLE

WERE MORE LIKE

THEIR SOULS,

WE WOULD NEVER

NEED MIRRORS TO

SEE OURSELVES."

~    Pavana पवन

ANNTIAN SS 2013

I write...

"IN THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT
I RISE WITHOUT BREATH,
SHAKING WITH A NEED
TO WRITE A PIECE OF YOU DOWN."

~   Pavana पवन

Lily Donaldson by Ben Hassett for Numéro #154

draught….

"THE MOON FAR OFF
BLINKED AT ME THROUGH CLOUDS
AS DISTANT FROM ME
AS I TO THEM.
IN THE DARKNESS I GLIMPSED
THE MORNING’S HUNT OF THE NIGHT,
THAT MOMENT IN TIME
WHEN THE PAST TRIES
TO CATCH UP WITH THE FUTURE.

AND I ASK MYSELF,
DO DREAMS TRY TO REMEMBER US
THE WAY WE STRUGGLE
TO HOLD ONTO THEIR FLEETING WAYS
AS WE TREMBLE AWAKE.

AM I LIVING NOW
OR AM I REPEATING IT,
FORGETTING MYSELF EACH MORNING.
IS THIS WHAT THEY MEANT
WHEN THEY TOLD US
TO ALWAYS CHASE OUR DREAMS?

TODAY I TOOK A WALK
BENEATH A STORM OF CLOUDS
UNTIL I FOUND THE MOON
FLOATING IN FRONT OF ME.

IT HASN’T RAINED IN MONTHS
BUT SOMEHOW YOU HAD
WASHED AWAY
AND ALL I WAS LEFT WITH
WAS A PUDDLE OF WATER
AND A BLANK PAGE
STARING BACK AT ME."

~   Draught || Pavana पवन

Nancy Cunard

I still miss you...

"I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
TO TELL YOU THE SUN HAS RISEN,
TO SAY THAT THE MORNINGS
ARE STILL IN BLOOM LIKE FIRE
LILIES CARPETING A BURNT SKY.

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
TO TELL YOU THE YELLOW HEADED
BLACKBIRDS HAVE DECORATED
THE PINETREE OUTSIDE AGAIN
AND WHENEVER THEY DANCE
THEY TURN INTO THE EYELETS
OF A LARGE PEACOCK TAIL
SPREAD JUST FOR US.

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
TO SAY THAT MY HEART STILL
FEELS EMPTY BUT MY SOUL
COMPLETE LIKE THE FULL MOON
IN A CLOUDLESS SKY,

THAT NOTHING HAS CHANGED
SINCE YOU’VE BEEN GONE,
THAT THE SUN STILL RISES
AND THE TREES STILL SPREAD
THEIR WINGS AND THAT MY HEART
IS STILL FULL OF STARS.

I WOKE UP THIS MORNING
TO TELL YOU I AM HEALING,
THAT WITH EVERY BURNT SKY
A NEW FLOWER GROWS IN ITS
PLACE, PETAL BY PETAL,

TO TELL YOU THAT I AM FULL
OF A SONG I STILL DON’T KNOW
THE WORDS TO YET BUT
IT IS COMING, AND ONE DAY
I WILL SING IT FOR YOU."

~   I still miss you ||  Pavana पवन 

'Everything is Worthless Again' by Gwen Cunningham (graduate from The National College of Art and Design in Dublin)