jayxwolf
The braids in his beard were the progress of the ages as they wound with the silver thoughtspool wire and he sang the song and I swore I would never understand how this could possibly be true and yet
and yet
I knew what he was saying to me was the one truth of the skies: the silver thread, unspooled.
The last time we were at this crossroads, I didn't know where might be best to travel. Having taken no detours before now, it was time to begin. The left turn was the right one.
It's dead, he replied.
What?
That need I have to express my inherent superiority by pretending you require my presence to exist.
I hadn't noticed, she sniffed.
she's beckoning from the corner of space and time and it's all I can do not to follow her, like the will-o-the-wisp, because I know she's got nothing for me but a broken promise time after eon after days after weeks after time, and the last thing I can think is why, why, why couldn't I stop myself, and yet I know I never will.
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