mooncrown
She was raised to be a nice child. Seen, not heard. Polite and adorable at the same time. She was raised to not have "fun", to look out for others instead, to hold back. She was sick of it. Still, there was no breaking the rules by which she had been brought up. They were too strong, too old, they had grown over the years, getting her more and more tangled up inside them. So she carried on holding back, she carried on caring more for others than she did for herself. She carried on being a better person each day and crying herself to sleep each night.
There is no such thing as an impossibility to us. You have to understand, we are the dreamers, children of the earth. We do not think, we DO. We enjoy. We live. This is all part of our exciting journey, it’s like a game and we make the rules. Don’t talk about impossible, it will only make us laugh. We are the dreamers and imagination is our armour. So far, it has never failed in making our wishes come true. Believe with us.
There is no such thing as an impossibility to us. You have to undersand, we are the dreamers, children of the earth. We do not think, we DO. We enjoy. We live. This is all an exciting journey to us, it's like a game and we make the rules. Don't talk about impossible, it will only make us laugh. We are the dreamers and imagination is our armour. So far, it has always made our wildest dreams come true. Believe with us.
I ran my fingers across the leather binding. It was warmer than I had thought. It felt nice, alive, nearly. I could almost hear the book breathing, whispering. I closed my eyes for a moment, then put it back into the shelf and walked away hastily.
a haiku about "flex"
no you can't make me
i won't write about this word
no just go away
Did she think this was even half as easy for me as it was for her? It ripped my heart and soul out just to think of it. And still. I had to go through with this, there was no other way. Or I would live the rest of my life, thinking of this exact moment, thinking what I should have done, what I didn't do. Full of regret. I didn't want to be this bitter person.
Getting out of my comfort zone
That was what I had to do now
Though it wasn't easy, hell no
Years of stableness had me wrapped up in their warmth
But now I wanted things to change
I needed things to change
My life was banging and struggling to get out of that shell
To grow
My comfort zone wasn't big enough for it anymore
I could not wrap my mind around it. This concept of living, of LIFE was beyond me. He tried to explain it, oh yes he did. In hours and hours of long talks. He had changed and I hadn't. His life had changed, his way of thinking had. Changed in a way I would have never believed possible - in a way I, in fact, didn't believe even now that I saw it.
She had enough of thinking about how to behave, of following rules. The thought of countless rebellous young women in films or books, the cliché she embodied now, made her flinch. Still, there was no way she could bear all this any longer. She closed her eyes and slowly stepped forward.
There were three of them. Three small glass bottles, shimmering in the dim light of a few candles. There was no way anyone could have known which was the real one, they all looked alike. Plain glass, unstained - a little dusty, though. They had something mystic aobut them, or maybe it was just the atmosphere. For only one was more than an ordinary glass bottle, for only one contained a substance much more than precious.
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