I have been chasing
the promise of a dragon,
expecting some fire.

09/25/2011

Author's Note: "...and I am grateful that someone actually receives the prize that was promised by all those fairy tales that drugged us. And they still do me, I'm sick, lonely. No laurel tree just green envy. Will my number come up eventually? Like love's some kind of lottery where you scratch and see what's underneath. It's 'Sorry, just one cherry. But play again! Get lucky!'" - Bright Eyes

Posted on 09/26/2011
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