#a favored tale

[messengersuggestions]

this, a familiar place. a familiar dream.

a forest with impossibly tall trees and thin beams of sun breaking through the canopy,

the racket of birds and squirrels and other little things doing their part in this, a great machine;

you find a familiar spot. a tree smaller than most (but it seems smaller now, you were a child last you've been here)

you lie down and rest. the dream continues on.

[messengersuggestions]

do you sing of the mountains of red clay?

do you sing of the rolling dunes of sand, a village split in two?

do you sing of an odd little town in the middle of the world, a community patched and mended?

do you sing of the three times you've been betrayed, torn from a promised happiness?

do you sing for those with no voice, who accepted their defeat, humble and simple? who went out screaming and fighting, thrashing in the claws of a wrathful mother in a well-meaning hell? who writhed in a realm with no horizon, a void filled with nothing but pain and awoke only to lose everything they knew? who accepted their fate with hesitation and carry their body through this world no matter what our decisions throw at them?

little nightingale, sing for me.