We forest fairies, we infinite branches; infinite roots, we fire-tested, and storm-lasted; always and growth; forever and a day - the life of a tree; unending, unending, unending.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
We, feathered-fairies, under the guise of sunlight, with twisted wing and mournful-song... we, friends of the air, we, nests among sunbeams, we, never-never gone, we, never-never fire, we never-never ash, we never-never yesterday - only air, only breaths, only flight, only tomorrow.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
the bird 500 leagues under the ocean's surface, wings-almost-gill-like, almost-angel-like, a parable for heaven, and the song unsung under my soul's surface - 500 leagues deep, lungs-almost-water-logged, almost-sea-sunk; so many many dreams upon the ocean floor.
you should know i am a time traveler & there is no season as achingly temporary as now
Remember: when people tell you something’s wrong or doesn’t work for them, they are almost always right. When they tell you exactly what they think is wrong and how to fix it, they are almost always wrong. — Neil Gaiman
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