Tuesday, September 21, 2010

Fairy Dust

I still remember how to get to Neverland, but some days I've forgotten how to fly. Fairy dust slips through my fingers; I hide it in a jar and lock it away, where the Ticking Crocodile won't find it.

I won't stop believing. I can't.


Image: Posted by Folkteeth on Tumblr.

Thursday, September 9, 2010

Silence

I’ve lost my voice. It drifted away, tempted by the wind, into the vast and dark universe. I try to call for it, but out of my mouth falls only silence; sad, lonely silence. I can feel words inside me, trapped in shackles; they’re burning on my tongue, ready to burst from my lungs.