Remembering to fly.
You know I don't cry over stories. I cry over movies, but never books and stories. I did cry over a story, I think, twice in my life.
This story didn't make me cry, but I was close. I was nearly in tears. It's the kind of story that makes you ache in a thousand ways.
The Price We Pay for Wings by frayach
I have a whole lot of thoughts on the Harry Potter universe and how these books hold such a unique place in my heart, but it's late and I really should try to go to sleep. Two nights ago, I stayed up late listening to a storm, watching the curtains move in the wind just slightly, watching the bright flashes of light from outside as a storm came closer, for a second time that night - it had been so magical, the kind of night that opens up some grand adventure, a path to a new world. In books, only in books. Last night, I stayed up late listening to my thoughts, unable to escape them. Tonight, I stayed up late drowning myself in a story to escape. I will wake up in the morning, too early, because I never manage to sleep in these days. I looked into the mirror today and noticed those rings around my eyes... I need to sleep, but a part of me wants to stay awake and do things that I feel like I can't afford doing during the day, or things that I just don't see during the day. There's something magical about nights, there always has been.
Good night.
This story didn't make me cry, but I was close. I was nearly in tears. It's the kind of story that makes you ache in a thousand ways.
The Price We Pay for Wings by frayach
I have a whole lot of thoughts on the Harry Potter universe and how these books hold such a unique place in my heart, but it's late and I really should try to go to sleep. Two nights ago, I stayed up late listening to a storm, watching the curtains move in the wind just slightly, watching the bright flashes of light from outside as a storm came closer, for a second time that night - it had been so magical, the kind of night that opens up some grand adventure, a path to a new world. In books, only in books. Last night, I stayed up late listening to my thoughts, unable to escape them. Tonight, I stayed up late drowning myself in a story to escape. I will wake up in the morning, too early, because I never manage to sleep in these days. I looked into the mirror today and noticed those rings around my eyes... I need to sleep, but a part of me wants to stay awake and do things that I feel like I can't afford doing during the day, or things that I just don't see during the day. There's something magical about nights, there always has been.
Good night.