Anticipation brings in wild ideas I feel my shape changing to suit an imagined future -strangulated by serpentine coils of fear and greed. Why does happiness never come alone pure and untainted- to make me a fairy and break the human spell? Why await destiny thinking – what’s on the other side Heaven or Hell? … Continue reading Destiny
fairies are not wallflowers or pages in a story book they enter my dreams wordlessly expanding realms of thought merging worlds finding probability between possible and impossible. they come back every time I see unexpected success victory of the good but most of the time I think - Why did the storywriters choose to lollygag … Continue reading Innocence
