RestlessBack down the well.
Back down the hole.
No reason for it at all.
A pamphlet came in the mail for some classes, like art and stuff. Maybe I'll do it. I don't know.
Prologue to... SomethingRolling fog muted the village’s flickering lights, spilling through the cobblestone streets like tendrils of curling smoke. The young woman pulled her cloak around her more tightly, a shield against the icy damp of the midnight hour. Few lamps even lit the roads, casting long, dancing shadows that played tricks on the mind. Her autumn auburn hair clung to her face limply, a curtain against the fear bubbling just beneath the surface.Prologue to... Something
Her footsteps echoed against each stone, reminding her of the emptiness of the hour, quickening to a pace just short of a jog. The haze played with the dim lamplight, sending a prickle along her
MuteIf I could speak with my hands They might dance like I wished I could They might somehow unlock The restlessness inside me To speak without voice To be a voice without sound To mark the world in gesture Would you have the patience then To see my art? To understand? Or would you turn to the world Of convenience And close yourself from A new experience? An enigma... Never to consider exploring it? If so... I pity you.Mute
HusbandGold-flecked sage Warm eyes of care A simple man With mind complex Astounding intellect Biting wit Silly, Random I set you free. Beautiful Man My cheek warm Pressed to the downy Fur of your chest Hypnotized Drumming of your heart Beating for me Drumming of my heart Beating for you I watch you sleep Long-lashed Protector Brave Husband who dared Take on my Chaos And to love me for it! I love you For everything you are.Husband
For YouA quiet hand to hold My thoughts of you: Wisps of dream and wonder Tinged with a stain of fear. Forbidden, silky touches Beauty in every sloping curve. I hunger to breathe the scent Of Femininity not my own, To lace fingers with that Silent support of solidarity, To trade experiences To know your heart Without shrouded curtain. Words can be powerful, But they cannot speak The whole and depth Of true Feeling and Desire. The whispers of the heart Are shared in sweet embraces, That ever-so-poignant time before slumber... That iFor You
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