Fear upon her breath. Fear of the unknown. The darkness of uncertainty. The emotional storm.
Winds of devastation That ravaged the heart. Paper tearing in two, patched with duct tape.
Some days fear wins, the darkness swallowing her whole. It is always sad to see such a fate, especially when it happens to someone you love.
She never surrenders, always pushing against all odds. Even when the world is rigged, to deny her peace. After she damn well earned her share. Strength from within, the empress takes her throne. Ridding the darkness of her fears.
Don’t believe me that is fine. Truth be told I did not believe so myself until one followed me home one day. Just my shadow you say. Just my imagination. Well it could have been… but if it was just my imagination or even my shadow for that matter then why do I feel such joy? Why did I smile as they sat upon my shoulder whispering sweet mischief into my ear? The two of us talking sweet nonsense… Why did the madness of the material world vanish in a haze? Why did the insanity that was my racing thought silenced by their words? Why did we laugh until we were both upon the ground gazing dizzily up upon the rolling the clouds above? Tell me friend I beg you to tell me… Tell me how is it that the flowers came to spring about just upon their arrival? Has your imagination ever made the sky weep? has your shadow ever made the breeze so sweet and soft that it kisses you gently upon your face as time drifts into nothingness? The work of the fay or feverish mind.
Fairies are real, and I won’t let anyone tell me otherwise.