the voices in his head

and I tell you that he runs because he loves me

cause you should have seen him - when he first saw me

...

cause I knew too much

there was danger in the heat of my touch

he saw forever so he smashed it up

...

my boy only breaks his favourite toys

I'm queen of sand castles he destroys

i was as unburdened as a piece of dandelion fluff

​and he was the wind that stirred me about the world

lol

they said: babe you gotta fake it 'til you make it

 and I did

he said he'd love me all his life

 but that life was too short

magic

​The singing of birds became an orchestra - a symphony of gossip and mirth. I'd never heard so many layers of music, never heard the variations and themes that wove between their arpeggios. And beyond the birdsong, there was an ethereal melody - a woman, melancholy and weary... the willow. Gasping, I opened my eyes.

The world had become richer, clearer. The brook was a near-invisible rainbow of water that flowed over stones as invitingly smooth as silk. The trees were clothed in a faint shimmer that radiated from their centres and danced along the edges of their leaves. There was no tangy metallic stench - no, the smell of magic had become like jasmine, like lilac, like roses. I would never be able to paint it, the richness, the feel… Maybe fractions of it, but not the whole thing.

Magic - everything was magic, and it broke my heart.

His skin gleamed with a golden sheen, and around his head glowed a circlet of sunshine.
And his eyes - not merely green and gold, but every hue and variation that could be imagined, as though every leaf in the forest had bled into one shade.

I was tame, I was gentle

'til the circus life made me mean

don’t you worry folks - we took out all her teeth

...

so who's afraid of little old me?

well, you should be

i like the way you kiss me

​i can tell you miss me

i can tell it hits, hits, hits

Can I go where you go?

​can we always be this close?