Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong (shadesong) wrote,
Magical Truthsaying Bastard Shadesong
shadesong

I've grown my hair long... because it is so often long in my dreams. This makes me feel closer to who I was.

This isn't happening to anyone else I know. I don't know how I know this, why I'm so certain of it... but I know none of my friends are dreaming the way I'm dreaming.

I know none of my friends are feeling this spark growing to a flame inside them.

There must be people like me. There must. The brown-haired girl - Lara. Keeper of Memory. If I am here again, here now, she must be as well... mustn't she?

Mustn't Teague? Mustn't Katharine?

I can't be the only one who keeps coming back.

In my dreams, bark crumbles under my hands, a string on my lute snaps and stings my wrist. In my waking life, nothing seems as clear.

There is something wrong with this.

I am them, but I must be me as well.

And then, one night... I remember calling the wind.

I wake up early, sneak outside. My backyard has that odd clarity of almost-sunrise, where everything is outlined by impending light. Distinct. Brambles, grass, shed, chain-link fence, looking nearly alive. Everything feels imminent. The closest I myself have felt to being real since all of this began.

I close my eyes.
Tags: shayara, shayara.ryan
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