Tuesday 31 December 2013

In Fairyland

When we were in Fairyland, and no one was anywhere else, we woke up to drums. 
With no question of where the dream had ended, and no question of if we'd remembered to wear the right clothes. Drums. And a continuous hum. A hum so soft. An un-hatable hum. The hum of life without a time limit. A hum infinite. All encompassing. 
The flowers grew out of a lamp post. The shadow had colour. The land beckoned us, we sank into the hum, and stayed there forever. 
By light we revelled, at night we danced, and all the time we were arrived at our destination and looked forward to nothing. We held only to our joy and missed no one.

Because we were in Fairyland, and no one was anywhere else. 

Zaman Naimi-Roy
Zebrat

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