Melita
Eating fire is your ambition
to swallow the flame down
to swallow the flame down
While many could probably signify and explain why one wouldn’t follow a strange glow appearing in the Peepholes, Melita wasn’t the same sort of individual. The mere notion of flickering things and potential chaos thrived and intertwined in her limbs, so she too went amidst the assortments of ferns and leaves and thick, wooded fixtures, delighted beyond measure. Even as the pressure felt intense. Even as everything was warm, undefined.
And even more so when she spotted many a familiar friend. “Hey!” she called out to Flora, jogging along to catch up – while suddenly feeling the pull, and purposefully taking a deeper breath, surprised by the shortness of it. “Any idea what’s going on?”
And even more so when she spotted many a familiar friend. “Hey!” she called out to Flora, jogging along to catch up – while suddenly feeling the pull, and purposefully taking a deeper breath, surprised by the shortness of it. “Any idea what’s going on?”
to be lit up from within, vein by vein
to be the sun
to be the sun
