haydin

Caught within the turmoil along a winding path
Sometimes the dust turns gray here, clouding your eyes of blue.
she's a simple tangible memory. A weaver in the storm,
screaming out old melodies, becoming lost and worm.
These words don't seem to flow so well. She has fallen ill again.
Dance your way to misery; Ghost of Angels past.
I wish that I could follow close until you've shed your last....
Last wish of quiet emptiness. Last dream made of stone and lead.
Yet all I see is broken glass, and fingers carved in ash.
Tell me darling dreamer girl when will you shake this cold?
Flutter open your azure eyes, and glow once more so gold.


So I had this CRAZY.....amazing...ridiculous....cynical dream that inspired me lol. I don't know if it was a result of taking tylenol before bed because cold medicine makes me a little loopy normally haha but I had this dream that sparked something in my imagination because I haven't been able to stop working on this story idea since then.

I won't go into full detail but I figured I would share a little bit with you guys. So the dream started out in a field of glass dandelions. Well more like a girl fell through her own imagination and landed in a field of glass dandelions with zig zag pathways all over the place (very alice in wonderland ish). Well when she falls she is wearing a locket that begins to burn her skin so she rips it off to find it has scarred her chest, but when she breaks the locket it opens and a note falls out that says "help" with her sisters initials inside.......well I woke up shortly after because the dream started turning into a crazy nightmare and well yeah. Anyway I think i'm going to attempt to turn it into a crazy mind trip of a story haha. Most of my stories start out as dreams ....weird yeah but keeps life interesting .

Well I hope your all having a fantastic Easter for those of you celebrating today. My Easter has been fun so far. Woke up to my bunnies wanting their treats and food haha. Spent some time with the family as well as the boyfriends family and now I'm taking some time to say hello to all of you before I continue working on this story, as well as some homework -_-.

Hope your all happy and well.
xoxo Haydin

I feel like rhyming.....

In the window of your soul where do all the dreamers go?
When you lay your eyes to sleep do you whisper counting sheep?
If your innocence has passed, has your heart been freed at last?
When you cry can you keep, all the secrets that you seek?
When he whispers will you believe he's your lock and you the key.
If your blinded can you feel that life is better left surreal?
When you wake where will you go if this place is not a home
And when you love what will you take if whats left gray is simply fake?
Little dancer close your eyes.
Shed your mask of burnt out lies.
Your a doll of diamond glass; invisible to all that pass
Quiet, soft and lost at heart
Take my hand and never part.
Beneath the stars your eyes will fade
Sunset lover faded Jade.