by FaerieBoy » Thu Jan 08, 2015 11:10 am
Thorn
She yawned. She rubbed her hands through her hair, making it a tangled mess, until it was dry. Then using her fingers to comb her hair she started making her bed. She had made the other bunk before the boy came. She didn't know if it was a mess, but she was too sleepy to care. She curled under the blankets, thinking about what little memories she had. Soon she fell asleep.
Building blocks inside our heads, things we wish
we'd never said... Sewing tapestries across the world,
only with the right thread. Are you one who can
control their imagination, or do you let it control you?
~~~
Anything is possible. May that be good or bad is up to
you...
~~~
Is it
Reality
A mask from which we hide
It is something we falsify
As real
~~~
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