I have nothing else to do but scroll tumblr now so if you see me like a lot of posts don’t think I’m stalking you I’m just bored
Just realized my new oc isn’t very special now bc I just found a character somewhat like him and made me sad
Singing your praises to the stars have kept me alive for the last few centuries, but now that you've found another to orbit around, will it make a difference if I burn brighter than the sun until my wings have caught fire and I look like the dream you see in your sleep?
I can forget the pain of a few burns if it means keeping you warm.
There's a pool of sadness in my being.
And sometimes I can hear it sing.
An eerie voice lingering long after it ends.
Accompanied by ghostly visions of the past.
Sometimes it sings at dawn.
And sometimes it sings when I am asleep.
But always, always, it sings only when I am alone.
The constant hum has a blue softness.
Almost like the way my smile looks on my tired days.
But on rare days the hum becomes a vibrant violet.
And feels like the shade of the magic in my eyes.
The songs are about the things I hold in my heart.
Like the stories of my childhood times,
and the places where I left pieces of who I am.
But on nights when I can no longer fall asleep,
the songs take on a familiar tune.
They become the whispers of the restless sea,
and the slow crackling of the campfire on the shore.
It brings back the smell of the waves,
the vibrations of their crashing spreading through my bones.
For a brief moment, I become a child again.
Free to laugh and smile,
and free to sleep without the usual accompaniment of nightmares.
Even though all of this is in my head,
simply the long gone moments from my past,
the ghostly visions are what keeps me sane.
Reminding me that not always will life be so blue.
And that blue is not always so sad.
Knowing this, the pool of sadness sings on and on.
The humming taking on a sweeter tone.
© Moonyloonywitch