To dream such dreams,

to banish despair with the conjured light of face and form,

drawn perfectly from decades ago--

such is the magic of faerie wings and moon beams.

In that twisting and infinite moment,

perhaps a reflection of what was in another time …

A little bit of bleakness had settled into her heart and she was fighting herself to shake it off.

Normally, she was a hopeful person. She did most things with a smile. Today, however, a truth had crept into her heart that she had fought for months to ke…

How I scream

Louder I scream

When did I become this person

I tear myself apart

And lose the pieces along the way

There's no going back from here

But that's okay

How I don't know

But forward is the only way to go

The tears prickle, always ready

Brimming fu…