quietly, tendrils of sleep
withdraw
ebb
leaving fragments
can almost taste, almost
hear but never touch
even reaching
farther than arms
can go
...made of clay
tied down, bound
to the ground
melody becomes whisper, then silence
flit far away
into realm of dreams
I open blurred eyes
and cannot follow.
Who? Me?
Sister. Artisan, photographer, poet. Music lover, part-time art enthusiast. Geek. Second-year student of English Philology (yes, uni is brilliant) and interested in a variety of other subjects as well. Nitpicker. Ever so slightly neurotic. Exceedingly fond of cats.
General consensus seems to be that I'm a Very Nice Person. The thing is, I have my doubts... Well, I'll let you arrive at your own conclusions, should we happen to interact.
I'm not around quite as much as I used to, for I seem to have contracted a rather severe case of Real Lifeā¢ after entering university and gaining a number of new friends. Choir and roleplaying campaigns might have an effect as well. Have no fear; I won't disappear entirely. Elftown shan't be rid of me quite so easily.
Visit the pages I'm a fan of; they should be worth a few minutes of your time. Beyond that, I suppose you can either send me a message or go off somewhere else.