Islanded Statement   Near but always from afar digital collage   

Islanded Statement

Near but always from afar
digital collage

 

 Being born, or is it dying?

Being born, or is it dying?

 what it's like to be buried (the whales were gentler in my dreams)

what it's like to be buried (the whales were gentler in my dreams)

 Her horizon seemed to her limitless, but a woman is always an island. 

Her horizon seemed to her limitless, but a woman is always an island. 

 Will we ever get there?

Will we ever get there?

 We are all here. (This was a lie but you wouldn't benefit from knowing the truth.)

We are all here. (This was a lie but you wouldn't benefit from knowing the truth.)

 You own the sun, you own the sky, but no one realizes. 

You own the sun, you own the sky, but no one realizes. 

 The difference between this love and this island was the distance between. 

The difference between this love and this island was the distance between. 

 Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

 Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

 Leaving it empty was more honest

Leaving it empty was more honest

 Leaving it empty was more honest

Leaving it empty was more honest

They were tied together but could never fully collide.

  Islanded Statement   Near but always from afar digital collage   
 Being born, or is it dying?
 what it's like to be buried (the whales were gentler in my dreams)
 Her horizon seemed to her limitless, but a woman is always an island. 
 Will we ever get there?
 We are all here. (This was a lie but you wouldn't benefit from knowing the truth.)
 You own the sun, you own the sky, but no one realizes. 
 The difference between this love and this island was the distance between. 
 Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.
 Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.
 Leaving it empty was more honest
 Leaving it empty was more honest

Islanded Statement

Near but always from afar
digital collage

 

Being born, or is it dying?

what it's like to be buried (the whales were gentler in my dreams)

Her horizon seemed to her limitless, but a woman is always an island. 

Will we ever get there?

We are all here. (This was a lie but you wouldn't benefit from knowing the truth.)

You own the sun, you own the sky, but no one realizes. 

The difference between this love and this island was the distance between. 

Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

Like rocks in a river, we sleep in the same bed.

Leaving it empty was more honest

Leaving it empty was more honest

They were tied together but could never fully collide.

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