memories, stole away into the night.
moonlight lit the path i trod.
run, so they can't haunt you.
a morphed snake,
its teeth gently grazing my fingers,
there was no pain, but i let it go,
i knew it won't hurt me, and i still put it down.
fairy dust! if there's ever an "if", i wish it was then,
but the me from then would not have the second thoughts i possessed now.
the well, the waters,
the shimmering moonlight.
what would i have done?
time and circumstance was not in our favour,
the heightened sense of fear in staking the calm present for a volatile future,
perhaps i'll never be brave enough to take that step.
she gazes into the mirage of the well,
she relish in the safety of knowing that as long as its all in her mind,
she couldn't be hurt.
no, the feeling of what could have been would never hurt as much as actual nostalgia, nor reality.
she loves the little prince,
for she was 'the' little princess, in every sense.
she is afraid.
