Mud-face Child
I was told a story, when a little child,
A story about being made of dirt and flowers and stone:
A symbol, I found later, for the cursed to decay,
impure and awful flesh and blood we were made of.
Return: you want us dead!
Return to your great elements, immortal!
I was told a story, when a little child,
A story about being made of dirt and flowers and stone:
A symbol, I found later, for the cursed to decay,
impure and awful flesh and blood we were made of.
Return: you want us dead!
Return to your great elements, immortal!
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Sometimes life gets things interesting, other times it makes things interesting and sometimes things aren't but boring enough to help one go through the most exciting adventures with the power of imagination. Of course, if not brave enough to live it for real, one most certainly has to live it in a surreal fashion.
It is where we fight and have our dreams come true, most of the time - us, the cowards! us the brave! us the awesome "once upon a time" (it's been such a long time and we forgot who is who and why is that the way it is...). It is where we change if we feel like doing so, and only on our good terms, it is where we keep treasures safe or just make things happen for our heroes; perhaps we set things right, just like we wanted them to be, or confess things we couldn't confess otherwise and in circumstances for which we weren't created or designed to function all that well.
