I’m Sarah, & I am not what I was meant to me. I was born and raised in the shadows, between heartbeats, and deep amongst birdsong; I live in the blossoms, and within hatred. I suffer like a broken flower, a stolen kiss.
I am an ice queen, wanton goddess, and lone wolf — a writer & creator, in love with the moon & the stars & the infinite tide of possibility, endlessly trailing the forests of hope, gaze, and awe; for every shadow, no matter how deep, is threatened by morning light. I'm a muddle of contradictions: an aggressive 'buddhist'; a serene writer; a dissonant singer; a lucid dreamer.
I live with my furchildren — Lionhead rabbits, Yomper & Alfie, and Goldendoodle puppy Oscar — & a mind that often fails me.
I have a penchant for feminism, skinny fries, epic poetry, & extra juicy OJ.
I adore the beckoningly crystalline sea water, but would never touch it. Fogs of occasional nebulous nostalgia occasionally overcome me; time passes without thought.
I am an ice queen, wanton goddess, and lone wolf — a writer & creator, in love with the moon & the stars & the infinite tide of possibility, endlessly trailing the forests of hope, gaze, and awe; for every shadow, no matter how deep, is threatened by morning light. I'm a muddle of contradictions: an aggressive 'buddhist'; a serene writer; a dissonant singer; a lucid dreamer.
I live with my furchildren — Lionhead rabbits, Yomper & Alfie, and Goldendoodle puppy Oscar — & a mind that often fails me.
I have a penchant for feminism, skinny fries, epic poetry, & extra juicy OJ.
I adore the beckoningly crystalline sea water, but would never touch it. Fogs of occasional nebulous nostalgia occasionally overcome me; time passes without thought.
