A letter of reverie and fantasies
I want an escape inside a fairytale.
I could run with horses that gallop across fields, amid deer that prance behind their forest green shields.
I could live amongst men without anything more beyond chores, carefully picking apples in case of a settling score. Maybe then, my days wouldn't be such a bore.
I could melt a beast's heart without changing, and the dishes would witness a glimmer of hope as we learn that nothing can be kept in pristine...
I could run with horses that gallop across fields, amid deer that prance behind their forest green shields.
I could live amongst men without anything more beyond chores, carefully picking apples in case of a settling score. Maybe then, my days wouldn't be such a bore.
I could melt a beast's heart without changing, and the dishes would witness a glimmer of hope as we learn that nothing can be kept in pristine...