photo by ffîon.
I have been on this path for hours now. It hasn't changed.
The people at the lodge, they told me: "Just step down that road a wee bit, and you'll find what you're looking for."
I'm here. It's not. I dreamed it clear and craggy, but high and miniature. These are rocks. They are not fairy castles.
How do you know?
Because everything in me is wrong and says so!
Everything in you is wrong. Nothing here is fair.
My breathing slows. Sitting down, I see my hand shaking.