The Heron

The Heron

I want to weigh nothing and bury myself in a nest of silken sheets and blankets that never crumple or lose their softness. I wish my flesh was made of feathers so I could take off and get away from the mess I am tangled in.

Let me not feel guilt or shame or any of these very human things that are nothing but more weight on my already bulky and grotesque form.

Oh to be a heron; Lanky and graceful in all the most terrible ways. I'd like to wade through water with the patience of a mute and the calm of an empty auditorium. Legs like the kind of grass that ripples in a breeze. Tall, thin, and unkempt. Feet that strike the earth with precision and purpose. A beak sharp as the tools humans use to butcher what could have been my meal. And eyes that bore into souls, yet have none of the sort behind them.

Alas, I am bound to this human form and burdened with thoughts that branch far past what my next meal will be and how I will feed my offspring.

Let me know happiness as simple as the creatures that move around the Earth. Not dependent on others. Carefree and beautiful in my solitude and selfishness.

The heron feels complete even though its existence is truly nothing special in others' eyes. The heron cannot damage things that matter, unlike myself.

truer words never spoken <3

Look at this goofy fucker pretending to be a writer. GET OUTTA HERE

Having an emotionally mature partner is TOP TIER. You're able to express yourself freely and openly. They don’t insult you. They don't give you the silent treatment. They don't become aggressive or manipulative. They listen, they respond—they patiently hold a safe space for you.

Andrea Gibson, Lord of the Butterflies

““i hope you find someone who knows when to give you space and when to hold you close.” - r.h. sin”

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Early 1900s.

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