Raindeer

26. Erato shot right in the chest with a red-feathered arrow; wander around with rose petal footprints (they grow under lots of sunshine and good spirits), hide and seek in ...

25. a candle flame, a burning, beautiful reminder of the years to come and the years left written in journals blow out the candles--happy birthday

24. The hills roll into tomorrow, the ones we pass are days that have gone by. Rolling green and golden gleam

23. Deer in the forest, Unassuming, quiet; talks with the chipmunks and sparrows in the deep of the wood. Nothing to fear and nowhere to go

22. Melpomene everyone in the room recounts their memories in the gardens, or drinking wine and dipping bread in oil with Melpomene; they cry and nod in mutual understanding. I ...

@alliyah ah thank you so much! :)

21. the ballroom spotlight shines down on a single dancer, amidst gloved hands clasping gloved hands. in the background, a harp plays a solitary tune, and while the dancer waits ...

20. quiet yourself in your secret fairytale. this celestia starts with once upon a time, shining stars, twinkle stars, prince and damsel in distress. the stars map the lines of ...

19. breathless, senseless, where from the clouds cry starless sky, no compass.

18. forever sitting on a swing with no dreams between, both eighteen. will this moment last forever or will it fall short whenever? ring me on the phone when we’re ...

17. racing marbles when we were young, and the muses watched us with subtle smirks on their faces, we raced marbles (mine: purple, yours: blue) between the cracks in the ...

16. I am your mirror: your laughs make me giggle behind a hand; you look at me close up—“is this what I look like?” I am fleeting, unreal, but in ...

15. Born of river and spirit of the trees, heart of lead runs the other way-- close her eyes and turn her head, disappear into the forest and escape to ...

14. in our undercover garden we hold clandestine meetings between the daisies and daffodils. there’s something about this that no one knows, just the group of us lying in the ...

13. a sound like a scribble, in the back of my mind, scratch scratch scratch head spins world tilts quiet calm pinch yourself moons moons, head orbits the sun, ground ...