Title: The penchant to dream
Dated: October 2017
References: Icarus and Daedalus (mythology)
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You knew something was terribly wrong when:
Your fingertips grazed the sun
The warmth kissed your skin
Your eyes burned from its light
and yet
You fell short you fell short you fell—
Ah.
Daedalus tells you tales of freedom, of salted air and spring breezes and most importantly the sun, of its brightness and warmth and light and how much magnificent it is in contrast to your pale, wooden workshop, drenched in darkness.
Daedalus tells you to dream. And you do, you do, you dream of salted air, of feathers, of waxen wings taking you further than your confinements, your limitations. Most importantly, you dream of flying to the sun, to its warmth and light, to a place higher than what you were given.
The next morning you strap on wings of pure white;
The next morning you leap away from the workshop, small, insignificant, constricting;
The next morning you taste the salted air, you taste freedom, and most importantly you taste your sun so well within reach—
Oh.
You're falling.
down down down down down
Icarus—
Daedalus told you to dream,
but.
He never did tell you about drowning,
did he?
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calliope
Short StoryCalliope (/kəˈlaɪ.əpiː/ kə-LY-ə-pee; Ancient Greek: Καλλιόπη, Kalliopē) is the muse who presides over eloquence and epic poetry. A collection of short stories and poems I've written over the years. Cover picture credits: freepik
