"Maybe there's no haven in this world for tender age
My heart beat like the wings of wild birds in a cage
My greatest hope my greatest cause to grieve
And my heart flew from its cage and it bled upon my sleeve"
-Indigo Girls; Prince of Darkness
“I’m sorry… I just don’t feel the same way you do.” The words are said softly, sadly. It amazes me ( Read more... )

(Warning: Mentions of abuse ( Read more... )

The building was old. It had been around for a very long time, perhaps even longer than he had been around, and its decay showed, unlike his own. It was night and his pain had kept him awake, the well-known ache of an old body in contrast to the unfamiliar ache that now presided in his heart. So, here he was, wandering the streets late at night ( Read more... )

A flicker of light, a burst of multi-colored reflections off a snow flurry of gold-blue stars falling to the ground. She wasn’t coming. Another shift, another flurry, this time more of them, more hope falling to the ground. He had known it would happen one day… he just hadn’t thought it would be this soon. He shifted again, for the first time ( Read more... )

It was calling to him again. She could see it in the way that he unconsciously drifted towards windows, shaking himself physically when he realized what he was doing before walking away, only to return moments later. She had known that eventually it would call him back; she had actually been surprised that it hadn’t called him back sooner. She knew ( Read more... )