The Glass Between the SeaIn this world of glass rooms, so fragile in its beauty, there are no mirrors. No need to watch myself as I splinter these walls, no way to know what this might look like to someone standing, watching from behind me. I suppose this is for the best, to shelter us from our own opinions, to show us a clearer view of the world without obstruction. I cannot help but think as I kneel to collect a clear shard of this broken fortress, why glass? The irony seeps down my fingertips in the form of crimson warmth.The Glass Between the Sea by Impassive-Mortality
I let my hair down in an attempt to further free myself from those cold, sheer, roofless rooms, but the claustrophobia creeps into my heart once again. This forest is so beautiful with its perfected chaos that I want to explore in silent peace as I once did as a child, but I am running. Running with nowhere to go, how enthralling that would be if I were not running away. I stopped, feeling safe in this dense green world. I ripped another length of fabric viciously from my dress to replace
True Love's RoadTrue Love's RoadTrue Love's Road by Impassive-Mortality
Such a sad story, Romie and J.
They needed a really big candle to light their way.
But Fate had no candle, not even a spark .
They were left fighting like terrified knights in the dark.
Hermia and Lysander had it okay.
All they had to do was run away.
But poor, pretty Helena had it a bit rougher.
Her love was a muck, and her love for him had no buffer.
So fairies caused mischief, as the fun must begin.
They used flower juice, not poison, so it was not a sad end.
So remember this friend, when Cupid hits you,
If love hits you true Any of these could be you.