#blackeyedowldothfly

If you can; sit. Be silent. Be still. Be patient. When you feel alone listen to the trees and let the rain guide you.

From the ashes of my soul, I shall scrape together the pieces of my body, collect the strips of my flesh, and put myself back together without you.

You will scream for me, cry for me, bleed for me. No matter how loud and agonizing the sound, it shall fall on deaf ears only.

She sits outside. Waiting. The raven comes first. Offering her flowers from far away lands. Giving her the gift of beauty. Then comes the wolf. Offering her his wisdom and courage. Then comes the owl offering his knowledge and silence. From his breast she plucks a feather. Twining it into her hair.

When the sky turns dark and thunderous, and the wolf doth stow away to his den, the air will grow heavy with dew as the clouds gather in again. An when the smell of wet dirt and crisp trees fills the air, the rain in all its rage shall fall.

Not even the gods could save you after you’ve destroyed your own heart

An together my love, we shall choose one another again and again until then sun does not rise and Hell freezes over

Her skin was cold and pale blue. Her hair floating like black liquid around her face. The water was no longer warm and the press of time was lost. She floated there; cold and dreaming of the day her cuts would heal themselves and her soul could burn in the embers of her mind