Shackled feathers

“She was made of glitters.
But glitters that no more shine. She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.” [….click to read the full post]

She was made of glitters.

But glitters that no more shine.

 
She has been trapped in so much darkness that there is no light.
No light to escape enough to reflect and shine.
 
Her spine was made for wings.
But the wings that no more remember how to fly.
For they have been closed and shackled for long.
Long enough that they are numb no matter how much she tried.
 
She had an itch inside her heart;
An itch to feel her feathers, to feel the wind touching against her cheeks.
An itch to swim in the clouds, to smoke the cold mist.
 
She is longing to take flight, and escape the walls that surround her.
But alas! her feet are bound by chains of the anchor,
that is lying inside the deep bed of a tempestuous ocean.
And no one dares to dive in and pull it back.
 
For she is tired she drops down on her knees.
A sob escapes her throat,
 

A teardrop is set free.

XOXO


© Fiona Crystal Nov 26, 2015 | 03:59 PM
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved

Need you now

…because I need you now. And this distance is killing me.

No matter how close I am with you…
I am still not close enough.

Nothing is enough.

It feels like being away from my own soul.
It feels like being away from home.

And when you go away, this world stops making sense.
Each color fades away till there is nothing left but a blurry hazy outline in an empty space.

Our souls needs to merge into one.
It needs to!

You have to find a way.
You have to find a way.

Because I need you now.
And this distance is killing me!!

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal July 4, 2017 | 01:14 AM
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The Butterfly

Her knight became her imprisoner…

All her life she dreamed of a knight with the shining armor.
Riding through her darkness, on a white horse.
Sweeping her off her feet.

She didn’t need saving.
All she wanted was love.
Just love.

All her life she dreamed of him.
And then those dreams turned into nightmares!

Her knight became her imprisoner.

He feared heights so she plucked the feathers off her wings.
She rubbed the velvets of her wings across his bare skin.

But he wanted more.
Always more.

And it never stopped.
Until one day her heart stopped fluttering, just like her wings.

In death the butterfly was finally free.

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal May 11, 2016 | 12:17 PM
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You. Just You

You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead.

I wish you were with me.
I wish I was with you.

In your arms. Holding unto you. Breathing your scent. Cherishing your existence.

All the moments I physically stay away from you feels like wasted chunks of my life that could have been transformed into beautiful memories. Absolute beautiful memories.

Life is worth living. Life is worth living because of you. Because of you this world looks colorful and this heart beats faster.
Because of you.

I miss you. And no words can be enough to make you understand the despair my soul feels to have to stay from you. Away from you.

You are not my addiction. No. You are my oxygen. And without you I have no life. I am dead. My soul is a black hole.
It hurts physically and emotionally. It hurts and there is a void inside of me that only your presence can fill.

You flow inside of me like blood running through my veins. My atoms dance with ecstasy in your presence. You are like gush of fresh cold breeze in my lungs. You are my life.

Hold me. Hold me and listen to my fluttering heart calming down. It will tell you that you are my peace. It will tell you that you are my home. You are my everything.

I love you.
I love you and my existence hurts without you.

Just you.

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal May 04, 2016 
Fiona Diaries — ‘Heartbeats and Wild Things’ • All rights reserved


IMAGE ATTRIBUTES: Google/Tumblr

Finally found you

Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsiquential blur.

I looked at you and you looked at me. and that very moment we did not need any words to speak. We both knew.

Who said love requires a translation?
It does not.
You just need to look in each others eyes and the world around you will turn into a hazy inconsequential blur.

Nothing else matters but that person who is talking to you about how you making them feel without even moving their lips. And you are speaking to them about how you feel the same and a blush covers your cheeks.

A shiver ran down our spine.
A feeling of serenity surrounded our hearts.
A shock of recognition filled our mind.
And at that moment we both know…
We have finally found each other ❤

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal April 29, 2016 | 02:30 PM
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Breathless – Letters from Him

There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there…

You are the one who I dream all the time, in fact since I was born I guess.
It feels like we both (you & me) we born together. I am the body and you are my soul.

There were times when I was crying, I was helpless, when I was down, I tried to find you in my dreams, and you were always there, that shady face, with whom I was always talking. And when everything was real, I was the happiest person on earth.

When that shady face, who I always dream of, turned into reality, my world right there… I was breathless.
I FEEL COMPLETE.

XOXO ♡ 


© Fiona Crystal Apr 29, 2016 | 02:05 PM
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