clouds that are ghosts

starlight and fairydust

for sophia, claire, danae, violeta, natasa, athena <3

cw: brief mentions of death, war

     you are not worth the stars
because they don't mean anything.
they're long dead now. or in the process of dying. whereas you are so alive, so bursting with joy and passion, it brings a smile to my face. i love seeing you happy, talking about what you love. keep being you (and that means changing yourself as well sunshine, you're allowed to re-evaluate yourself and what makes you you) and assessing your wants and needs.

starlight, fairydust, sunlight, stardust.
a few words i associate with you.

     (you attract:
the mermaids carefully watching behind caves at sea.
the sirens wandering in their deserted rocky islands.
the princesses who sneak out of their royal balls.
the princes who lie to their parents to find some time for you.
the bodyguards/soldiers who notice you among the crowd.
the nymphs hiding in the trees, laughing and singing.
the witches brewing hot soup in their huts, smelling like comfort and adventure.
the pirates roaming the seas looking for lost treasures, or perhaps a purpose.
the farm girls picking mushrooms in the woods.
the wild boys observing frogs in the lake shores.
the quiet boys who are astounded by your thoughts but don't dare to admit it.
the confident girls who like your hair and won't shy away from telling you.
the people who don't want to be restricted by gender and find your presence simply illuminating.
the ones who love poetry and will discuss it with you.
the ones who don't but will still discuss it with you.
the taylor, conan, lorde, hozier, mitski, olivia, harry lovers.
the arctic monkeys, the 1975, maneskin, the neighborhood, panic at the disco, twenty one pilots, seafret, cigarettes after sex lovers.

the fairies wandering through the cities-
oh what a coincidence! their names sound exactly like yours.)

     you are not worth the stars
there couldn't be a large enough number of them to even reach your luminous existence, because yes you bring light, starlight, sunlight, to everything surrounding you. you are beautiful, majestic, ethereal. whoever doesn't think so, clearly finds the stars better than you (oh lorde, what a shame).

you speak and the worried ghosts nearby feel calm for a while. they feel warm near you, despite the deadly coldness radiating from them, and they may even start to sing, their desire is for you to stand tall, with you they'll be finally free. they may even dream of you, dream of possibilities and material things which could be brought to life with your help only. a dreamer needs a magician and a king and a ghost and a mirror/an extraordinary girl and you are all of these, or just one, but you are certainly magical and lovely and golden.

if you could know how others perceive you, even if you despise it sometimes, you would want to scream into a hole in the earth bursting with happiness and awkwardness and wonder because (holy shakespeare, you're so pretty) you are truly loved.

     if i were there,
i would hug you tightly.
you're my friends
and you make me happy.
please don't forget that.
you're worth oceans and skies and fields and roads and- oh look at that. time for you to say out loud something you love about yourself. wink wink.

     you are not worth the stars
you are worth everything that's happened from the time of the stars' birth (wars, deaths, disasters, countless atrocities in the name of gaining money or reputation, but also discoveries, songs and books being written, places walked through, museums built, pieces of art being made (yes, all that and even more)) till the moment their dying light kisses your shadow in the nights you go to rest early or you stay up late.

-coldmercury platoswhore
Allie_Seridan -atlantida
hliostalakth- anamnesiia ♡♡♡