godspeed

by Rachel Lynch

I was reading in Interview Magazine this morning, Lana talking about when she realized she was “living her own life instead of watching other people live theirs.”

And it really struck me, because even though I live in New York, I really do have a tendancey to hide out in my little fairy cave & avoid experiences — even though they are quite literally at my doorstep (living in Soho for 4 years, now East Village, etc. etc.)

Some of this is valid, my dancer friend says, “the muse has to protect herself, that’s why the most beautiful flowers in nature are the most poisonous.”

Lately, I have been really proud of myself. I’ve been out there contending & showing my face & spending time with my friends. Fashion week and events and parties. I think having friends you really, really love & are excited to see helps. You guys know who you are.

Thank you for pulling this little cancer out of her not-so metaphorical shell.

xoxo,

r.

i've touched what's good for me and put it back on the shelf,

by Rachel Lynch

I’ve touched what’s good for me, and put it back on the shelf.

I’m a heavy kind of darling, with wings under my woes.

Strength like mine will always take flight,

I am like the mourning dove,

and you are the serpent who can’t see beyond the trees.

I’ve never settled for the surface,

so why should I start with you?

down the rabbit hole..

by Rachel Lynch

I’m your ideal,

your dream girl.

I start fires with my mind.

He could not understand my depths,

or my heat,

so he had to go.

Passion can only live where it’s matched,

flame for flame.

The universe wastes no time,

on something that was never mine.

on the prowl

by Rachel Lynch

Maybe everything doesn’t have to escape us like we feel it does.

Light brings to the surface what the darkness does not.

Shattered fragments and reflections, is this all that is left?

Or is this all that was ever there?
Peering through the wreckage,

I see my heart shattered open,

and how yours was never there.