"of overgrown and wild feelings"

sometimes people only see the beautiful bits. the pastel petals, the fresh greens. they forget about the parasitic ferns, the stuff that’s taking over the inside of my ribcage, suffocating me from the inside.

but i grow and glow nonetheless. even when it hurts. especially when it hurts.

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i think this is how i am with my feelings most times. people can see most, if not all of it, and it’s been like this for as long as i can remember. my heart is for you to see — i’m not just very good at hiding.

just wanted to share this with you! it’s not very good, felt like it missed the mark a little of what i had in mind, but i tried to get as close as i could, so here it is in all of its imperfect wonder (:

check out the different “versions” below — mossy version and clean version, both without lighting.