Lena
hope is the thing with feathers
that perches in the soul
that perches in the soul
“Hm. I believe I did that anyway.” In a counter point with a child, Lena could only shrug her shoulders, pondering where all the wisdom and maturity lingered within a youth’s mind, and if it was her demigod status that gave her far more complexities. For here they were – she’d drawn her bird, and they were headed towards the Celestine.
Tilting her head, but not engaging into the fundamentals and nitty gritty niches, she turned along another gravel-lined road, listening to the stones beneath her feet. “Then why do you ask, if you’ve already claimed to change my day?” An arch to her brow, and her hands tightened over her basket, giving it a little swing as they approached the overarching gardens. “Everyone has different opinions on what is interesting or boring to them. What you might consider dull, others regard as fun.”
Tilting her head, but not engaging into the fundamentals and nitty gritty niches, she turned along another gravel-lined road, listening to the stones beneath her feet. “Then why do you ask, if you’ve already claimed to change my day?” An arch to her brow, and her hands tightened over her basket, giving it a little swing as they approached the overarching gardens. “Everyone has different opinions on what is interesting or boring to them. What you might consider dull, others regard as fun.”
and sings the tune without the words
and never stops at all
and never stops at all
