at the shoreline waving at the sunset. in front of my mid 2000s childhood ice cream shop. upstairs at the balcony! yes, of course; reading fantasy books and scribbling flowers everywhere—because all I knew was i had time. talking to the moon? not really. i didn't have to say anything, she already understood. ah... yes, wandering around my fairytale; where every night was an evening to dance with the fireflies and pointing at the stars until i fall asleep. they say it's cruel out there, or that i should wake up. but it's a matter of how colorful you see the world, or where you choose to look, or how you've always thrived. bravery is a childhood friend of mine—yes, and our friendship strengthened over time. so meet me here—with the fairies; running around the enchanted forest as the icy evening ambiance touches my skin and pixie dusts flow along with my crowning glory.
crisella
YOU ARE READING
twinkling twisted twilights
Poetryfrom the deepest depths of my heart, mind, and soul.
