He smiled at me

And the moon

Illuminated a sadness

In his eyes

That his lips couldn’t speak

If I am to know him

How he thinks

How he sees

How he feels

He must admit to me

What he hasn’t yet

Afmitted to himself

Red Riding Hood

Goldilocks

Snow White and

Beauty without her beast

Teams up with

Mulan

Thor

Joan of Arc

and some golden Dust

to fight animal shadows gone wrong

They get help from some other intresting acronyms like Coffee, Funky, Sun, and Stark

and then they grow up...

In a

Cold

Dark

Grim

Season-less world

All while trying to fight off Lady Voldemort; Killer of Moons.

SALUTATIONS!

I lived alone. Sheltered under wooden beams within soundproof walls. Everything that happened in my home was in my control. I ran my fingers through the coarse hair on my head as gray strands fell out of my scalp. I let them float to the floor. I picked up a mug on my nightstand, the one that was given to me in the mail by my daughter last Christmas, and threw it against the magenta wall. Shattered. I took a step back, letting the sun seeping in from the window shine bright into my eyes. Sunlight - illuminating children playing on a tire swing in the park outside of my home. There was a peacefulness to the sight. A feeling washed over me, and for the first time in what seemed like forever, I wasn’t numb. I rummaged through the closet to find my coat, and turned the knob on the front door, hesitating only for a moment. The children turned to face me, the look on their faces was like they had just witnessed the return on Frankenstein. I moved towards the children, finding a spot on the tire swing next to a red headed girl. A little boy with dainty freckles stepped forward and began to push the swing. Suddenly, I was flying. With my eyes closed I imagined a life without borders. A life like the one I had when I was a child, before the attack. Before I needed to shut myself in, to remove the possibility of being violated again. There was something frightening, yet enchanting about the unknown. Knowing that life could be good or bad, or maybe both. I had lived in the same house, doing the same things, without anybody else for thirty years. The same routine every day. I was done. Predictability was over. My new life had begun.

“Weak.”

Or so you think

Please

Are you alone?

Darling, it takes great strength

To do what you have done

Tell, who was it

That rubbed your sleepy eyes

Then tumbled from the bed?

Tell, who told you

Pick that body once more

From off the shower floor?

Tell, what power

Forced you light the stove

To cook breakfast for yourself?

Little steps

With

Big power

See

You’re getting stronger

Please

It’s all you

~Cotton Candy~

#selfcare #powerfulpeople #love #stronger #overcomer

Unknown is infinitely familiar

Unlimited, in permeating our lives

Shadows cast in the light of the known, overlooked in its omnipresence.

New life, yet to unfold.

Dark death, a story untold.

Unspecified time, between our beginning and end.

Infinite possibilities, of the time we will spend.

Undetermined lives, until we decide our fate.

Undiscovered alternatives, to the reality we create.

Forgotten pasts, of history lost.

Indefinite futures, roads twisted and crossed.

Anonymous gods, who we give a name.

Nameless people, living a fateful game.

Frontiers to discover.

Secrets to uncover.

Foreign to you is familiar to me.

Mysterious minds, colouring what we see.

Unidentified creatures, living outside our sight

Unexplained phenomena that elude the light.

Faceless strangers, writing across time and space.

Alien worlds, in their imaginary place.

Known is an instant of one reality.

Unknown, stretches beyond infinity.