Faeries

 

I read fantasy novels starring faeries. I smoke weed in the night and bathe in the soft light, deers stalk my back garden and approach me, I am quiet and speak softly, the wonder and mystery of basking in a full moon. My crystals absorb energy, I’ve forever been a night owl. I listen to the distant hum of traffic amongst the sound of the trees as I pick the apples for the night dwellers to feed, this is peace.

Day so overrated. Why stare at grey when you can see the stars? A reminder of just how tiny we are, how insignificant our existence is in the grand scheme of things, yet having the chance to be here. The chosen few in the billions of possibilities that could exist. Making the most of it. This gift. Life. Grasping a hold of the moonlight, I’m not afraid of the shadows, I know I will make mistakes, trying to give and not take, changing my ways, I’m not forsaken, I’m perfectly made, I am who I am meant to be, do you understand me? Can you see what I mean, feel my intensity? Read my lips, feel the sway of my hips, absorb all of the goodness and energy that pours from every cell, each one been through every hell and overcome the crashing swell when I thought I would die, but fuck me I’m alive. I survived.

Better than survival I am thriving, my mind perfectly spiralling, loving life, and at one with this beautiful night. Our eyes can’t see that the stars constantly shine, they twinkle because of light bouncing off our atmosphere. So happy that I’m still fucking here. Persevering through my fear.