She smiled slightly, still hugging herself.
“… Good.”
“I’ve had enough of o-others stuffing their own th-thoughts and f-f-feelings into me,” she said, with a small shrug.
“That is why I stray from others,” she moved back a bit, “Mostly…”
The Dreamer.
A boat, beneath a sunny skyLingering onward dreamily
In an evening of July
Children three that nestle near,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Pleased a simple tale to hear
Long has paled that sunny sky;
Echoes fade and memories die;
Autumn frosts have slain July.
Still she haunts me, phantomwise,
Alice moving under skies
Never seen by waking eyes.
Children yet, the tale to hear,
Eager eye and willing ear,
Lovingly shall nestle near.
In a Wonderland they lie,
Dreaming as the days go by,
Dreaming as the summers die;
Ever drifting down the stream
Lingering in the golden gleam
Life, what is it but a dream?
((An AU side-blog to miss-aliceliddell.))
