My restlessness consumed me until I crawled into bed and melted into music. Sometimes I feel that there is so much inside me that I might burst at any moment, a shock of dust in a firefly-lit grotto and then nothing. A tremble of thick August air on curled fern, a whisper of crickets high in the dark tree tops ( Read more... )

Mars and I had a late-night whispered conversation a few days ago. He was red, twinkling in a glowing navy-black sky and I was a pale shade of flickering blue, hiding behind curtains hoping to catch a falling star. We waited together, speaking in rhymes of heartache and fairy tales, my eyes upwards and his eyes down ( Read more... )

I looked at the stained ceiling. Hidden beneath the shadow was a water-stain shaped like a sea horse, a sea horse with a giant white eye, a hole into the sky. I shut my eyes.

Come away with me, come on. What are you waiting for? Just let go of tomorrow and you'll be free. We'll take a balloon ride to a kingdom made of crystal spires and sea foam ( Read more... )

Maybe there's a part of me that wants you to see what I see. To still see a sky past the rain drops falling from the tree tops, to feel a dance when no music is playing. Maybe I want you to find the magic I do every day, the mushrooms in the garden winding down to a fairy hide-a-way. To taste the nightsky and not be afraid to follow the dusty roads ( Read more... )

"I will teach you how to breathe," you whispered, "And then I will take it away. I'll show you how to fly and then I'll break your ivory wings ( Read more... )

We spoke in whispers, afraid of the morning, afraid of the light. We were ghosts of the night, tracing constellations with our fingertips, connecting the darkness in between. We followed the satellites, the plane lights, the murmer of fireflies. We were night blooming, collecting dew and echoing the soft flutter of evening breezes. And when they ( Read more... )

The need to run was ever-present in my heart. Our home in the country was flanked by nothing but space - corn fields and deserted highways and dandelion hills - and yet I was confined to the backyard, to building houses in trees and watching the distance for any sign of escape ( Read more... )

There is a sea in the sky tonight, she thought, watching the clouds curl over the moon ( Read more... )

We grew up together, sisters, living in the hills and capturing daisies. Where we once shared Barbies and secrets, fought over crayons and the front seat, we now shared a quiet friendship brighter than the sun.

But we still fight over the front seat of the car.


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In a world full of villians and monsters, we spent our days running and hiding, our breaths caught in our chests as we watch shadows roll silently pass the doors. High above the world was an escape route but with heavy legs and weak arms, we knew only the balloons ever made it that high ( Read more... )