Once we were fairies; children of pleasure, immortal butterflies racing the wind...
Our hearts were fearless flames burning passion so pure it blinded us of our nakedness; our awkwardness, our pride...
We played in the moonlight; winking at each other's enchanted minds and electric bodies. We teased the sunshine with our smiles, our kisses and embraces...
Then somewhere along the way, we must have stumbled upon the bones of our slain mortal selves. Heaped up there we found all our fears, every betrayal, and the mangled teachings of society...
Now we pretend we are fairies, hiding in shadows, behind words and gestures... How I miss the freedom of the wind; the excitement of emotion, the secrets of new love, the wonderland ...
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"Now we pretend we are fairies, hiding in shadows, behind words and gestures..."
ReplyDeleteWhich is a good thing : these layers of protection should keep dangerous or even destructive people out while the fairy only needs to find someone who can build a protected oasis where she'll be able to fly again, more gracious than ever.
A fairy with broken wings is still full of intensity even if that energy isn't free...