beautiful as she is, sadness never spares her. this being the very reason why she continues to be excitable - always flitting to fight her very opponent, ennui. she is gifted with an unwarranted degree of enlightenment but she whispers to you her wicked schemes all in the service of sorting out the ambiguity of life. still in her orchid cocoon, she will bloom soon.
you are the sprite, rapidly zipping about from one fantasia to another. we all anticipate the realization of your beautiful dreams.. only then will mundania cease to subsist and this sphere will become plump with your magic.
live yourself a fairytale and let it be one of the few remaining stories worth talking over a cup of chocolate in a dismal cafe.
the world will forever be yours to pepper with your fairy dust my dear pixie.
The Lost Elf
- LostElf
- i talk in riddles. im all blank. i wish sumthin will come along and chase away the monotony that has long held me. break down these walls. piece out the shards. complete the puzzle. sometimes i wish i was a donkey. donkeys live better lives than me. they have more time in their "hands." they move at their own pace. they may be stubborn but they can afford to be.. u can just call me donkey. ass. mule. im no horse, horses are far too glorified.
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