Fear needs no translation;
full stop pupils punctuate
the skin's parchment pallor,
and the beat of the heart
conveys it's essence like
a moonlight sonata.
Tell me I'm not losing my mind. Just told the boyf I remembered floating down the stairs as a kid when I was dreaming. He said I'm weird. Does anyone else remember this, or have I actually gone doolally?
Hey friends! My name is Molly. I’m a horror writer with one book published so far. I’m a member of the Dark Veil Society and a book reviewer for FanFi Addict 🖤
I also love metal, play DnD, and entangle myself within a video game from time to time
#introduction
In English, we say: dreaming
In poetry, we say:
Like a sailor on the silent sea of sleep, you chart courses through islands of imagination, where each wave whispers secrets and the horizon promises endless adventures, all while tethered to the anchor of your waking life.