‘A Little Broken Is Still Broken,’ I Pointed Out. 'But Fixable.’

The turmoil inside me has begun to settle

That should be a good thing

But now I just feel empty

As if the war inside of me has accepted its defeat

But has not lost hope

I see in your eyes your love for her

And your curiosity of me

I feel in your touch the “what if” of taking it further

The want to do it again

But now I’m wondering if I’ve become an experiment

If these feelings are worth pursuing

Or if the only time I am worthy of your affection

Is when we both have something to blame it on

- It’s not real if we aren’t sober

Like Phases of the Moon

To my parents I am waxing and To my sister I am waning To many I am new, unseen and mysterious. Never do I fully show myself to those around me…only to those I deem worthy, If I present to you in my full glory you must know you are special, you have been chosen to seem me as I am. I am a complex web of something quite simple, built to forever stand out in space amongst the many planets who demand majority’s attention Overlook but not underestimated, I am like the moon. -For the Outcasts

In a Heartbeat - Animated Short Film (2017)

A closeted boy runs the risk of being outed by his own heart after it pops out of his chest to chase down the boy of his dreams.

© Beth David and Esteban Bravo 2017

It’s here! After a year and a half of hard work, we are both so excited to finally share our film with you. Thank you all for your support and encouragement - this film means the world to us, and your kindness and enthusiasm has made this journey all the more meaningful. It is our great pleasure to share with you this labor of love, and we hope with all our hearts that you enjoy watching it as much as we did making it.

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YouTube: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2REkk9SCRn0 Vimeo: https://vimeo.com/227690432

I fell in love with a renegade angel. Whose wings were torn and black.

He’d never say where he was from; Just swore he wouldn’t go back.

His eyes were stolen galaxies,his tears were shooting stars.

And though the stories were left untold I’d never not kiss all of his scars

He was the most perfect thing. My rebel angel on the run

With broken wings And a crooked smile, he must have cultivated from pieces of the sun.

One morning I rose with a lonely black feather Where his benign head would rest.

And felt the clusters of stars he left inside me supernova leaving a black hole, a void inside my chest

~ZiXo// This was supposed to be my love letter to deAngelo but my muse took it another direction….. I shall try again :)

“People write because no one listens.”

— h.h.

Maybe we are all crazy, that’s why we search for love in places it can never be found.

4 a.m. thoughts

Eyes like islands in the ocean

The waves of your iris pulling me in

A rip current that can’t be escaped

Sailing toward the whirlpool of your pupil

Drowning in your soul

-These Windows Are Dangerous

Because “getting over you” would mean finally letting you go and I don’t want to forget you just yet.

(via wordsmaketheheartgrowfonder)

“I follow up the quest despite of day and night and death and hell.”

- Lord Alfred Tennyson