lungs ache like dry wood, inhaling only to spark what never catches fire.
“Ley moves and I am a couple feet behind, waiting.” - winterwolf0100 “Ley you will be fine because we all have magic powers that will protect you.” - WeepingWisteria
this body was made for a dreamer. when the bruises fade and the blood dries to salt and gets scrubbed from the floor, the tissue stays ethereal; determined. every single nerve has a name.
i thought pain was something i could outgrow. like baby teeth or innocence: it would fall away with time and be replaced with wisdom or tougher skin. i was partially correct, besides the fact that pain never just leaves. it finds new places to stay; becomes gait. posture. the angle you carry your head when you speak to someone that never bothered to shake your hand or ask for your name.
a dreamers' trophy is learning how to smile with your molars; learning the contortions of being a smaller shape. evolution is not a forward march, us dreamers see it as series' of self-compromises between the body and what it had to live through. we are sinew and serotonin, neuron and nail, grit and growth plate.
she and i are not the same, but she is mine. and her final form is quite lovely-- especially the way her hair shimmers in the golden sun. she might not be a dreamer, but she is heavenly; radiant; divine. born from the stars, crafted by the root. perfectly and simplistically mine.
“Ley moves and I am a couple feet behind, waiting.” - winterwolf0100 “Ley you will be fine because we all have magic powers that will protect you.” - WeepingWisteria
