Ramblings of a Fox @fox_ramblings

I have dreamt of a warrior. Alone on a hill clad in armor. They are always waiting for someone. The distant look in their eyes, filled with a deep longing. The dream always ends as the warrior collapses. Each time I wake up with tears in my eyes and a name upon my lips.

I once went for a walk an found myself lost in the woods. I heard the wildlife whispering amongst themselves busy with their own tasks. I just stood there listening quietly taking in the life all around me. I found my way home but I yearn to be lost once more

The smell of a new born star. The taste of a planet's first breath of wind. The sight of if the very edge of the universe. The feeling of being pulled into the embrace of a black hole. The sound of the songs sung by unknown voices. Never will we know these beautiful things

Drifting in a sea of unknowns and doubt I let the waves carry me. The world around me empty as I float weightless and alone.

It's easy to walk alone. You don't really feel it at first and then after it feels like you've gone too far you look up and realize that it was all you. You walked this path alone. But sometimes it's to hold someone's hand while you walk.

One day there will be a need for us to meet. Not in this world but the next. If I make it before you I'll find a nice little shaded spot and I'll wait for you there. It might take awhile so wake me up from my nap when you find me. I promise to hold your hand as we cross together.

Long had I craved the scent of home. The gentle breeze from the fields of my childhood. Now as I feel the blood leave my body and my eyes slowly close I know that I will never again feel the soft touch of soil in my hands again.

She made the stars shine. He was born to marvel at her work.

She was all the fire that the world would ever need. All the stars in the sky. All the fury of the ocean focused to a pinpoint. Yet she was a caged bird. Truly a paper tiger that was afraid to leave its shelf. She has no idea the power she holds within herself.

To know the pain he felt was to know the first cry of life. The loss he endured was far greater then any that had been felt by any living or dead. The sky would bleed, the earth fall away to nothing before another felt the ache that filled his chest.

For her nothing stopped. The world could burn down around her and she would still look forward. She had ridden on sinking ships and raising winds her whole life. Now in this moment she was at peace in the chaos that enveloped her life. She was a storm in and of itself.

Her eyes gleamed like the forest had whispered long forgotten secrets to her that were meant for only her. The kind of deep green that only the most talented of artists could replicate. She was the world and I the moon. Forever watching her glide through a sky of dying stars.

So cold. So very cold. The feeling of falling from heights unknown. Dropping from nothing into nothing. I'll just close my eyes and listen to the wind blow past my ears and hope I keep falling forever

Far from home I once found a feather on the ground. The way the sun glimmered through made me think of home. How the wind would blow through the trees and drop gifts for the earth that cradle it. I pine for the days when I can see my dear home again.

Deep thoughts cloud my mind. Deep thoughts of harming myself. Deep thoughts of regret and pain. Deep thoughts that I want to go away. Deep thoughts are all I have left. Deep thoughts will one day wash me away.