I'm the riddle you have yet to solve
Who knows what real really is...
She looks at me with wide eyes, delight and joy evident, sitting forward, “They are dreaming? You watch dreams? Movie is dream?
Your lack of questioning and curiosity has been the bane of my existence.
The flock mirror the madness of their liege.
Holding my hands, kissing the palms, his smile is ecstatic, jubilant, adoring, and the song playing speaks for him, “Have you ever seen the light...the way it shines in you.
Oh baby, your planet sounds like paradise but it just doesn't fly down here in the trenches.
Free your mind, Jowendrhan. A cage is only a cage as long as you believe it is.
Aye,” he smiles, joy igniting in his stormy gray eyes, stroking my hand possessively as if unwilling to let me go for fear I am nothing more than a hallucination about to wear off.
Alone in the dark all we have are the supernal lights in each others eyes left to illuminate the room, the only sound our breathing.
Fear only has power when I cower under the illusion.
It shatters the game, exposing the players
Lady, you have just become a wanted woman. I suggest you start running.
Why the hell do women always have to bring back up? It's not as if I'm going to molest her at the opera.
For why war? Nada ne hurt, sister ne hurt, for why you make vesna sore? For why!
She lowers her forehead to the floor, curling starlight tendrils under her face when she rocks in the yoga pose, so tempting and sexy even in her deepest despair. Her courage is failing and I wait it out, watching the prone woman bend subconsciously ...
