I'm Julian
19
Writer/Poet/Artist/
LostBoy
The Angel Oak Tree is estimated to be in excess of 1500 years old, stands 66.5 ft (20 m) tall, measures 28 ft (8.5 m) in circumference, and produces shade that covers 17,200 square feet (1,600 m2). From tip to tip Its longest branch distance is 187 ft.
(Source: wanderlustingthoughts, via nuderoses)
Purgatory
I sat across from her,
The one who looks like me
I could feel her urge to cry out
To whimper, to retreat
I saw her eyes… Like the ones in the mirror
Glossed over, ready for the break of her tear ducts levy
She looks up, and puts a brave face on
She smiles and jokes
But I see what’s inside , the darker part of her mind
I sat there, staring
Compiling a myriad of solutions
Something sweet to say
Something to pull her away.
To save her.
Like how I needed it.
In the silence at our table
I heard… A familiar sound,
Heartbreak.
Her eyes went from dark brown
To jet black.
Fallen Angels
My hand trying to reach through the dark
The blackness I’m used to
She couldn’t allude me.
I found her, wounded
Her wings broken.
She didn’t want to fly away
Too tired of fighting
And there we stay for the time being
The wounded healer and The Fallen Angel
Purgatory
