“Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.” - Edgar Allan Poe - “The Raven”
What's your biggest fear?
The flame that burns on the candle is reminiscent of your Scorpio energy.
In grievous beginning, it was early June. The accidental sunlight sifting through the vines across the window lay dotted across her cheek and fell upon her sleepless eyelids. It was the only light in the room. The hour of night was rising- it was that time of morning when the sun hasn’t yet the courage to cross the horizon. To bring the world to life yet wouldn’t not be in its favour. Those asleep lament the waking, of course. And those awoken the sun would not dare taunt with garrulous colour, for there’s a silence in their eyes that would lament its breaking. She had been dreaming all night. Heretic, fervent dreams and hypothetical nightmares feeding into retroactive fearscapes and interrupted by horrible clouds of manic sanity which stole from her all hope of rest. The leaves on the window rustled again. Beamish sun drops shifted across the edges. A soft glow was beginning outside but the thick windowpane with its torrent overgrowth spared the light from seeing. Such brutish exposition would not be of their kind. How hurtful to suppose a clarity- no, she felt far too lonely for the taking. Instead a drop of light fell from an eyelash and swam inside her pupil. A dilated perspective could do her lots of good. But so as to refute the gesture, both eyes shut tightly at their seams. And so as to protect this transcendental quiet she slipped swiftly out of conscious. Yes, and she slept and slept, the whole day through.
…and then my brain broke and words started spilling out…
My hands don't reach for you anymore.