Golden apple that heroes have fought for

Golden apple that brings immortality

Golden apple, food of heaven

Why do I yearn for a golden apple when it brings such disaster?

I want no fighting

I want no immortality

(watching this world in first-person forever would be the worst punishment)

I want not to be sacred (I’d ruin the world)

Goddesses that quarrel for the golden apple, how can I compete with them?

I am of no beauty

I am of no virtue

I am of no worth

Yet why are my fingers covered in golden dust (once it’s on your hands it’s there to stay, to show you’ve held it)?

Perhaps Eris mocks me

Perhaps I’ve forgotten something

Perhaps I’m about to forget

Has my unusual longing attracted discord my way?

Is it my fault

Is it my fate

Is it my fancy

Will something happen or has it happened already?

Why don’t I know

Why didn’t I see

Why can’t I understand

Does it truly matter any longer?

I may find out

I may remember

I may have to face it.

Just a little something I wrote on friendship for a yearbook my school is making.

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I want to dive into a celestial sea. I want stardust in my hair and in my eyes and under my nails.

But it must be really lonely in there. That’s okay. I’ll ask the stars how to make wishes come true, how to make people happy. The stars are my friends - I talk to them often, but they’re too far to reply. They hear me though. They always twinkle back.

It might take a long time, learning how to do it. That’s okay too. It’s okay that I’ll be lonely in learning. Because when I’m done, I won’t have any time for feeling lonely - I’ll have devoted all of it to bringing happiness. That’s what I want to do most.

And maybe there will be others- swimming in an endless sea of stars, surely we’ll run into each other. Maybe you’ll be there too. And someday we’ll become stars, all of us.

Excuse me, Sirs, I have to leave
As it would seem
For this room I am much too big:
By exactly fifty and a half a dream!

Hurry, Sirs, let go of me,
I’m sorry, I can’t wait.
I need to be completely free,
New dreams are budding: I will suffocate.

No time for doors at all,
We’re high - up on the seventh floor,
Out the window I must go
To be confined here nevermore.

My fancy’s full (as they would say),
‘Of cabbages and kings’.
But they would rather I was on my way
To much more trivial things.

‘For adventure and for art’
‘Instead of firms and law’ they’d start,
‘What profit lies in that?’
Bless, ask not my wallet but my heart.

I’m not really sure which blog this should go to so I’ll use a read more just in case.

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Make wishes on the stars.

And make wishes on the moon.

Make wishes on the clouds.

And make wishes on the birds flying south.

Make wishes on the dandelion seeds in the wind.

And make wishes on the sea.

Make wishes on anything that will see the world.

Because when you see the world, no matter if you’re pure magic twinkling in the sky or a ball of hot gas, you can’t help but do your best to grant wishes.
But they can’t carry too many wishes at a time. When you make a wish, you’re given someone else’s wish to carry. Stars and dandelions, clouds and birds, the moon and the sea, daisy petals, they’re all messengers. They all find the perfect person and hand them someone’s wish.

I have been trusted with lots of wishes myself, because I always make them. Perhaps it’s because of my desire to one day be a fairy godmother.

I don’t know what wishes I carry, but when I come across them, I keep them in my heart. And I always believe, and that’s how it happens. Sometimes I don’t even realise it happens, but it’s what I live for.

My wishes won’t come true if I don’t make others’ wishes happen, but sometimes my only wish is to grant one to somebody else.

Your wish is safe with me.

And if you ever feel lonely, look up to the sky.

I’m probably looking at it too.

Whisper to the clouds, for they’ll travel the world.

Wish upon stars. They carry my wishes too. And when we wish on the same one, my wish will be for yours to come true.

Look at the Moon.

I look at it too.

Even if you’re on the other end of the world, when the sun rises for you, the Moon will reveal itself before me and I’ll look it in the eye just like you. And we’ll be looking at each other.

The sky is endless and so are we.

Nobody deserves to be lonely.

I love you and so does the sky.