I remember the first time I met Dorian, he was sitting, tall and proud, on a fallen branch atop the waterbed, on my way to work. I've always been scared of big birds, and his stature had me in awe - what a frightening beauty, and henceforth we became friends. Well, I'd like to think so anyway.
Sometimes Dorian tilts his neck to look right at me, with one eye, he sees all that I am and all that my day will be. I tell him I'm tired and he says nothing in return, he only stands there with one leg raised, head tilted, sometimes ruffling his own feathers.
He's the only reason I stuck it out for so long, I thought "for as long as you're afraid, you'll have to keep coming back" and so I did. But I'm not afraid anymore, it took a few long months, but I'm not afraid.
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Once Upon A Time, Time Stopped
PoetryDon't let your mind wander too far, for it will lose its selves - soul, thought and body. A soul that has lost its body is like a cat straying until it cannot pick up the familar scent of home anymore. It never returns, falling slave to a human God...
