Hotaru
What if we're all just sleeping satellites
Why do we drift so far from home
Why do we drift so far from home
To give the old saying another round, better to try and fail than not try at all. The earth is an unfortunately effective neutralizer of her lightning, even if the leather of his boots is happy to scorch and seethe with heat. Icy air tugs at her hair in a whirlwind of sensation that offsets the oppressive heat of the tar pits, nerve endings a blaze of confusion that crackles her laughter with the twitch of yelps of sensation.
Leaping high to avoid the clutch of the earth below as it seeks her, she lets the falcon within take over in a split second, wings pumping her higher before angling blind through the haze of fog and mist towards the boyish cackle of her brother. Emerging like an arrow, she shifts back like a human-shaped hurtling bullet, fearless and accepting of all terrible potential consequences of dissuasion as she aims to tackle him.
Leaping high to avoid the clutch of the earth below as it seeks her, she lets the falcon within take over in a split second, wings pumping her higher before angling blind through the haze of fog and mist towards the boyish cackle of her brother. Emerging like an arrow, she shifts back like a human-shaped hurtling bullet, fearless and accepting of all terrible potential consequences of dissuasion as she aims to tackle him.
Why do we wake ourselves from paradise
Where we will never be alone
Where we will never be alone
