daydreamers ENTER MIDNIGHT
  • middleofthenightdaydreams:

    sometimes we choose to hear
    the passing siren of an ambulance
    rushing through three streets down
    instead of the music from the party
    at the house next to yours

    sometimes it’s easier to exclude oneself
    from the world outside
    and go play with our inner demons
    at least they know us well
    to blanket ourselves with our own fear

  • The one year marker is just a few days ahead.
    That’s the exact number of days I have failed to keep my “Number of days I haven’t thought about you” marker.
    ~ Anna Roig
  • sometimes we choose to hear
    the passing siren of an ambulance
    rushing through three streets down
    instead of the music from the party
    at the house next to yours

    sometimes it’s easier to exclude oneself
    from the world outside
    and go play with our inner demons
    at least they know us well
    to blanket ourselves with our own fear

    sometimes we keep the night in
    carry it around in our pocket
    while we go about our day
    for the sun is too bright
    and it just makes us sick

    sometimes we choose black
    over a thousand cheerful shades
    wearing it with sad pride
    still defending it with all our might
    because we’ve let it define us

    I’m dark in the way hopelessness feels
    I’m obscure like a voodoo doll
    I’m no candle in the room
    I’m the void that sucks in the light
    I’m the collateral damage



    … of a broken heart.

  • Her eyes burn
    with the colors
    of the rainbow
    as they dance
    to the tune
    her heart whispers

    some days they’re
    blue like berries
    when she’s lost
    deep in her
    thoughts and dreams

    some days they’re
    red like Christmas
    when the passion
    in her life
    spills off them

    some days they’re
    yellow like sunflowers
    as she embraces
    what’s left of
    hope and will

    some days they’re
    purple like fireworks
    when anger heightens
    and she can’t
    take it no more

    some days they’re
    white like wine
    when her soul
    peeks through and
    she’s my angel

    some days they’re
    green like shamrocks
    when she’s all
    mischievous and cheeky
    just having fun

    She has those
    and many more
    except for one
    that dreaded black
    which I have
    never ever seen

    For when darkness
    comes and threatens
    she glows her
    beautiful inner light
    scaring off cold
    and the night

    She’s the sun
    the rain and
    the mighty thunder
    she’s my rainbow
    and the love
    of my life.

  • I finally made peace 

    with your disappearance 

    by writing a letter 

    to you 

    Like you were still here 

    like you’d eventually read it 

    like you’d still care enough 

    to know what I felt 

    And you never got it 

    and I still felt better 

    and you’ll never read it 

    and it will forever stay with me 

    The irony of it all 

    makes me smile ironically 

    that what would help me heal 

    relied on the fact 

    that I assumed you’d still care 

    So now you’re out of my mind 

    you don’t haunt me 24/7 

    you were reduced to an unsent letter 

    that I force-fed to myself 

    only to be able to say 

    Goodbye. 

  • Yay!!!! I’m so so so so very excited, I’m just a few followers away from hitting the 1300 milestone! 

    Please don’t think I’m bragging, au contraire, I can’t really believe that I’ve gotten this far… That these nonsensical words, that almost most of the time come from a drunk-from-love heart can make even just one person to want to see more or that they might resonate in someone else’s soul. 

    For that, I am truly humbled and thankful. 

    So thank you for sharing this adventure with me, for laughing and crying with me and mainly, for keeping up with me. This toast is for you! 

    Love, 

    Anna 

  • The only way to let go I’ve found is to hold on tightly to those beloved memories until it hurts no more, until it doesn’t feel like a loss, until they warm you up again. Only when your heart is cozy can you find the strength to stop hurting.
    ~ Anna Roig 
  • You’ll watch me play and get burned for love
    but you’ll never see me become someone else
    I love with what I am, I love with who I am
    And that’s the best gift I’ll ever offer to you.
    ~ Anna Roig
  • There’s this thing that I can’t quite shake off. Sometimes it fills me with me with joy, sometimes it can bring me to tears. Ahh, “memories”, you keep building up the secret stash of rainbows in my soul.
    ~ Anna Roig
  • *selfie of my soul*

    (Source: praecllarus, via sad-eyes-escribe)


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