zggys:
         â   A  FENCE   ?   no  ,  i  donât  suppose  there  is  one  .  â   haze   -   laced  ,   dream   -   conqueror   .   reality  warps  itself  around  her  hips  ,  paint  upon  her  skin  .  itâs  not  of  her  concern  whether  she is  REAL  or  remedied   ;   not  so  long  as  she  is  HERE  .  crosses  across  the  length  of  his  room  ,   intergalactic   interior  forgotten  in  favor  of  what  may  be  inscribed  as   COMPLETELY   ORDINARY   .   how  quaint  the  human  species  are  .  clinging  to  POSSESSIONS   ;   immateriality  defines  her  .    â  you  speak  in  RIDDLES  .  â
      a  glittering  notion  coming  from  z   .   but  such  words  compel  her  ,  enchanted  .  sway  again  in  his  direction  .  knew  him  to  be  DIFFERENT  from  other  humans           not  quite  alien  ,  not  quite  in  between  .  languid  lips  confirm  creeping  suspicions  .   â   no  matter  .  idiosyncrasy  is  divinity  .  but  if  itâs  MY  PHYSICAL  BEING  you  are  questioning  ;  others  can  see  me  quite  clearly  .   i  shine  .    â
//        @aworldbreaker   x
   â YOU speak in riddles. â
A bit of a juvenile response, but that didnât make it any less true ---- it was like talking to one of those elves from Lord of the Rings ( the movie. not the books. that dude spent way too much time describing buildings and lineage and shit. ) ; he could totally see this lady sending someone on a quest for a magical artifact.Â
...Was that why sheâd appeared in his room? Was he about to go on a quest? Shit, talk about bad timing. Heâd just gotten the first season of Everwood on DVD and had been planning to ---
Digression. ANYWAYS.
   â That is...comforting, I guess. But it doesnât answer     my original question --- WHY ARE YOU HERE? â
She was drawing closer still and David couldnât help ut start sliding backwards towards the head of the bed --- trepidation lurking in bright eyes as he retreated until his spine hit the headboard.











