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Wednesday, 7 October 2015

Fey

Image Credit:  Jacek Yerka, 2011
I saw this note on the table.

I am tired of being someone, doing something, sticking to the schedule, obeying the rules, sleeping and rising at the same time; Yes, I am tired, I have lost the driving force. I am unable to move on. My languid limbs have no more desire to move and get somewhere. I am defeated; defeated by life. 

One night I want to sleep like this and float away accidental-like and reach someplace where there is no time, no ageing, no schedule, no being someone. When I wake up, I should know that such fey life is palpable, real, for sure, and it is finally mine! 

But, no! We all know there is no such thing. and with exasperating pain and her loss, I go back to my life again. She was missing one early morning.

Written for Magpie Tales: mag 288

6 comments:

Berowne said...

Good fey life, good fey writing...

Kathleen said...

Oh, yes. What a powerful piece!

Sun Bloom said...

@Berowne. Thank you!

Sun Bloom said...

@Kathleen. Thank you!

Tess Kincaid said...

Accidentally on purpose...

Sun Bloom said...

@Tess Kincaid. Wonderful brevity!