wei-en

you are the daemon of slumber and he never sleeps – (like the water he rises from every time, always moving around it.) you don’t let the sentiment pass your grin but this is just another sense in which he escapes – one more way you’ll never have him and it makes you think that maybe he’s the god of elusion, and he’ll dodge every attempt to pin him in place – (oh, you know from your brother’s beloved butterflies that you aren’t the only one left yearning.) it's of no consequence. some things are just the fates’ design, the true illusion found in the hope that wake