there is a wish, call, and ache for something greater than you or i. a desire that seeps over bones and coats the muscles, calling for more.
a wish for freedom, a call for adventure, and an ache so deep that embodies the forever pining of human nature.
these are the fundamentals of which i am based from. my form, the cultivation of greedy magpie feathers kept afloat by the whirlwinds of want.
i see and i want. i hear and i want. i want for wanting’s sake. the desire for something/anything greater that can lead me elsewhere and my pen to form words and phrases larger than their lowercase prisons.
i nurture myself on a dream and base my ideologies on a blue bird known for its viciousness. i keep myself locked in a box of hedonism. denying myself nothing, feeling no shame but preparing for the guilt to come bearing down.
i call it magpie mentality, that wish, call and ache. that strange desire for something more, for something shiny that i allow to propel myself forward.
this magpie mentality that i hope to lose myself in. shedding my skin and donning blue and black feathers and a swooping viciousness, building nest from stolen shiny goods in thorny bushes
this magpie mentality that i hope will allow me to embody my wish, call, and ache and carry my selfishness as a weapon.
Taylor Washington is a novice writer listening to the same three songs on repeat. When she isn’t scribbling down words only to scratch them out later, she’s dreaming of a placid life in the middle of the woods. Aside from reading and writing, Taylor is also fond of lower case letters, Twitter and everything superstitious.