#carinawrites

[cwof]

shadow, sign of where you are standing in the sun in the present moment, casting back on the space you’ve stepped away from.

[cwof]

night flight

sad, sad witchly figure, sit down and speak to me. I think I see a grim twist of your lips, as you dip your head and say, I go flying all around the world every night.

(when I ask, do you ever cross over to other realms and bring something back? when I ask, do you walk in other worlds, and pull your magic through with you?)

but there is a sadder tilt of your head when you add: I go all around the world every night. but before sunrise I always slip back in through the window, and shut it behind me. I go all around the world every night, but I always come back to the place I started from.

[cwof]

the most beautiful

remember that the most beautiful is the most deadly. remember that beauty always comes with a risk. the sense of wonder and awe it gives asks a price in exchange. will it be your blood? or your life?

nothing more lovely than the wonder of space, but its beauty is held in vacuum. with no air support— no life. only observable by human eyes from the safety of a space station, if at all. that space station could at any time fail.

the siren’s song may call the lonely to drift through that vacuum and see galaxies from a closer angle. but without a tether, endless drifting will end life. to say nothing of black holes or meteors.

nothing more lovely than the depths of the sea but the deeper you go the more dangerous. the adventurous may be called into that deep blackness, but even a chink in their vessel can spell death.

the most beautiful is the most deadly— too terrible to behold up close.