"And those who were seen dancing were thought to be insane by those who could not hear the music."
I am shy.
Dark & Quiet.
A traveler of the mind.
It's been so long that somebody dared to touch my mind.
I feel trapped in the labyrinth of my realm.
Wandering, in a long white laced dress.
Barefoot through the wild forest.
I can feel the blueberries on the wet soil under my feet.
My fine white dress is getting dirty and torned.
Wind is blowing.
“Magic lifts my hair (That’s the wind).”
It will be a long dark and cold journey to the unknown.
“There are some hungers that increase when you feed them until they are wild things, living at the edges of your skin like wolves outside a village waiting for a sweet mouthful of red riding hood.”
My life is fast like a roller-coaster but at nights as the dawn appears I am longing for belonging.
Under the dark veils of nature I need to be the Night.
I feel the need to transform, escape.
Surrendering, falling, submitting.
Angry and soft.
Sad and fragile.
"I could wish for something softer.
But you know me...
I love tragedy.
I love when it's urgent."
"My life cannot exist without pain to find love,
without sorrow to find happiness,
I cannot live without agony.
Many things in my life are just a dream.
My deepest emotions,
what I feel so deep in my heart and soul is truest life.
Without this overwhelming anguish within me,
I will never truly exist."
“Persephone had it right.
If you must go, might as well take all
of spring with you—
— Cathy Linh Che