“Will you marry me?”

I gasp and my eyes widen. Did I hear him right? Yes. His dark eyes dig into me. Imploring. Loving. The deep inky water of his eyes beckoning. But no, I have to think of my father, my future. I cannot marry this beautiful beast. I just can’t.

He can sense my answer already and he turns away from me.

“I used to be a prince once.” He whispers, “before...before I turned into thi...

I’m running.

The trees towering above me blur into one. Dappled moonlight peaks through the them, only just lighting my way. Shadows are pooling at the bottom, creating icy, black lakes.

I must get out of here.

I need to feel the moonlight.

On my face, my hands, my arms.

I need to feel it.

Suddenly I burst out into a clearing. Tall grass sways in the wind, whispering secrets, looking like a ruff s...

There’s an empty space. There,

Where everything hurts.

You’re gone.

The dove-white mountains,

Soar into the sky.

Shadows dripping down and pooling at the bottom.

Taking everything in it’s dark.

You’re gone.

It hurts.

The tears I have cried build a staircase,

Reaching up to heaven.

If only I could reach you, and

Pull you back down.

But you’re gone.

You’re roaming fields,

Swimming in seas,

If o...

Stars.

Like scattered moon dust in the sky.

Like beacons of hope for the lost souls.

Flashing, flickering.

Gleaming, glittering.

Overcrowded.

Like a party, like a town.

Like a country, like the world.

Until they are gone and I’m all alone....

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The mansion towers up above me like a giant, threatening to pick me up and eat me. Dappled moonlight peers through the dead trees that line the path to the house, swallowing everything with an eerie glow. Shadows drip down from the top of th...

What is freedom?

I wade under waterfalls,

Until my feet are dry.

I swim with cold kissing waves,

Until I am warm.

Impossibilities are endless,

Until they are made true.

Wisdom is caught then free.

Worries are caught then free.

Birds are caught then free.

But what is freedom?...