How Many Times Have I Told You

--dear girl, in this world right now, to live means to live with your eyes closed and your third-eye open; the third eye is not the devil's nor is it the wandering spirit's, but rather it is the window (that other people force you to look out of)--

There is this Golden Sunshine

THERE IS THIS GOLDEN SUNSHINE There is this golden sunshine. The light that slowly filters in and pours into your room and fills it with a magical, fairy-like light, that makes you cringe in bed and toss-and-turn under a navy duvet  until your limbs find it within themselves to wake up and face the cold…