Step inside my faerie-ring.
Come away with me,
Sleep inside the trees.
Dance with me on toadstools,
Sing with me until the sun warms the moss
and the birds take over.
Come away with me,
fly away on sparrow-back,
Take a leaf across the puddle
and leave your world behind.
Walk with me ‘til moondown,
Let me show you life.
Come away to my faerie-ring,
you sweet, young, pretty thing,
and I’ll tell tales of days gone by.
Come and live in the little land,
sit with me and sip pomegranate soup
from an acorn.
Stay with me in my faerie-ring,
dance with me and the lightning bugs,
sing with me until the dawn chases us
to our mossy beds.
Stay with me in my faerie-ring.
About the Creator
Day 4 of Quitting
If this is how sobriety feels, maybe it’s better to go through life a little buzzed… this, along with other hits like, I want to kill myself, I wish I was dead, and I’m going to throw myself off a bridge have been the only thoughts on rotation these past few days. I promise myself that if, in a month, I still feel like this (‘this’ meaning despondent, full of rage, and simultaneously numb) I can go back to smoking. Until mid-February though? Nicotine is off the table.
By sleepy drafts6 days ago in Longevity
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