paintedmonk

Description: A captive audience under a full moon.

Description: Age & treachery

Description: Age & treachery

Description: Howling at the moon and ready to fly on leathery wings.

Description: Chasing the sunset and letting go for the drop.

Description: Endure the hardship, embrace the bitter, fuel your flight.

Description: The forget-me-nots bloomed in salute as she passed.

Description: "A light fell about her, and her hair shone in the sunrise."

Description: Words are clumsy bridges for our heavy meanings.

Description: But it has grown lethargic and careless, confident in its poison and regeneration. Polearm and shield are mine to clear a trail through the scaly coils.

Description: Whenever you hear the rain, you will think of her.

Description: People had it wrong about the song; it wasn’t a perilous lure or a death curse, though it could act as those things too. It was remembering the notes of a life before ever hearing them and then reminding a person about something they’d rather forget.

Description: Now: With your best sleight of hand, cut the deck. Shuffle, don’t run. The crowd only sees the magic dance, not the cost of each step.

Description: It can get lonely down here.

Description: Hanging out with the birds

Description: "Straps are easy, unless you're weak"