♥ {confessional, sweet battle && interrupted thoughts} ♥

playing in the open air.

(posted on Saturday, November 28 by eii wyy nae.)

i'm still tired & i'm still catching up on everything. i promise that i’ll make a post soon about everything i see & do here & about & ... well ... i just don't feel like talking about it right now, i'm still quite in a haze. i think.

in my head, i can make myself be so small that i could fit in any toy boat. i would make it sail on rivers & ponds, so small would i be it would feel like the ocean. it would take days to go down the creek & even more to cross the river. only a few miles ahead would feel like the other side of the world. i would meet strange creatures & harsh storms of wind. & at the end of the day, when the sun would go down behind the hills & the stars would appear in the sky, i would grow back & slowly walk back home. just to start again another day.

piglet sidled up to pooh from behind. “pooh?”, he whispered.
“yes, piglet?”

“nothing”, said piglet, taking pooh's hand. “i just wanted to be sure of you.”

i want a pooh for christmas. hmp. perhaps spongebob will do. or i should say, i want a one hundred acre woods to run off to with my own sleepybear, so we can play all day. i'll hold a piglet's hand so as to not make him scared & we'll go by the river & play poohsticks over the bridge. we might even try to catch an heffalump. but most of all we'll sit in that place that is nice for picnics & bask in the sun & dream away the day. & when the snow comes, we'll make snowmen until we can't feel our toes & fingers & nose anymore, then we'll hide in a tree & drink hot chocolate & tea with honey & let songs come to us & hum them in the dim light of a fire.

in the windswept labyrinth of stones & bricks & time, he waits for you to say, "rest here for a while, rest here, rest here." & the wizard in his house of stones will crown you queen so you can swallow oysters & cry pearls, silver & black. golden crowns & lacy dresses will only hide the slow decay of your bones, glinting white in the moonlight sparkling white in the moonlight. for pain is the only currency he knows & he, of everything he owns, holds yours most dear. so pick up your sword & run run run. don't leave your spine over the door or your knees beside the bed or your heart in the attic. magic cannot bind you to this place, it can only curse you if you stay.

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