Skip to main content
"Trust the wolves, but do not tell them where you are going."
Neil Gaiman


In the dense of a deep dark forest with a perpetual wisp of forest sound,
you will find her.
The fae.
The famous fae.

And before you find her, you'll hear the story of her. The tattle, the whisper.
Like this one. Only it is truer and you have to believe me;
Because she is that famous fae.

The one that brought the fae's realm to its glory.
The one that brought the fae's realm to its downfall.

But do not blame her!

Not because she will cursed you
Nor because it isn't her fault.

Because it is her fault. And believe me, she is aware of it.

For she is the one who sings the perpetual wisp of the forest sound
all alone.
Labels:

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Are you sure/That we are awake? It seems to me/That yet we sleep, we dream. William Shakespeare
Post a Comment
Read more
"I believe a leaf of grass is no less than the journey-work of the stars." Walt Whitman
Post a Comment
Read more

A Tired Bridge, Breaking Itself

There was the time when she thought she found something that she will never find again, a bond, a connection. A friendship. And at that time she was happy but she never admitted it. Moments pass. Countless of them. She isn't she in the trio anymore, and so are the two of it. It always baffles her, how people change. Now she sits there, in front of one of the trio, talking. Every words feel so wrong. She knows that. And her friend probably knows that too. They talk about past. Memorizing. Nothing new comes out, because there isn't any. It used to be "we are there", now "she is here, she is there, and she is there". She never really thought about this, but perhaps it's true, that she's the bridge of the bond. And she's getting tired of that. She can't be that anymore. She doesn't want to. Either there's something that changed her about that or the thought of that changed her. Nothing's true come out anymore, and if it so...
Post a Comment
Read more