"The feeling remains the same but I just walk through the story of forgotten fields I ran with you
to them it's the same a game, the shame, I leave you."
It was absolute bliss. Everything about this strange place. She knew exactly where it was, it was so familiar, but not at all. Like a long forgotten dream--you knew آپ had it and you, آپ just can't seem to recall it...but when faced with it again آپ know exactly what to do. And that's where Icy was now in a filed with گھاس bitten سے طرف کی sparkling frost. She lie there looking up at the falling snow, it fell in shapes of the oddest nature, shapes unknown to the human race. She wasn't cold, she wasn't warm, she wasn't anything at all matter of fact.
"You can do anything when آپ feel it burning at your wings just look in the mirror I'm a lucid dreamer.You can go everywhere آپ can rise up, see me standing there"
That was fine سے طرف کی her though because not feeling anything felt--in its own way--good. Icy sat up wings of white feathers wrapped around her, they were her own and coated in ice. As she walked her dress of sparkling white فیتا, فیتے dragged against the frost below. She reached a tree, it too was sculpted of the purest ice with leaves of the whitest snow and branches studded with icicles. Had she made it? Yes, a long time ago, as a young girl. She put a hand to the ice, her reflection hidden beneath her palm. As always she noted that her make up had changed; white eye shadow, gems on the side. She didn't سوال it, she simply wrapped her wings around herself and sat beneath the tree. How did she get here? How did she get here in the past. She didn't remember.
"You're out of air memoria no one hurts like آپ nothing to loose and all I hear is silence
I’m not afraid I’m living with colour every دن the moment is now, you’re far away to find me"
Had she died? She couldn't have, she'd been fine moments prior...right? Come to think of it she couldn't even recall that much. She couldn't remember anything of where she had once come...had she come from another world. Perhaps she was always in this world, and the other one she thought she knew was the fake. That would be just find, in this world she could not feel hunger nor sadness nor pain. And though she was the sole inhabitant (besides the snow elk and small white rabbits) she felt no loneliness. Imagine that--absolute solitude but not a feeling of lonesomeness. It looked her right in the eye; one of the winter white elk ('was everything white here?' Icy had to ask herself). She stared back, her سوال was answered when the animals eyes turned a coal black, emitting some sort of purple flame.
Icy bolted upright. She was still wearing a white gown, but this one was far from elegant. She was in the hospital. That's right...it was all coming back again. All of her memories of the physical world embraced Icy's brain, not without pushing the ones of the ice world right out. Kleine-Levin Syndrome, she's had it since she was a girl. She still remembered her mother informing her that she'd been asleep for 16 days straight--they thought it was a coma. Icy's train of thought was interrupted سے طرف کی Darcy; "Good to have آپ back Icy."
"Yeah, sure. آپ say that every time." Icy shrugged.
for those of آپ who don't know Kleine-Levin is a rare disease that causes prolonged sleeping periods, it happens randomly. One منٹ the person is awake the اگلے they are sleeping again. And this sleep could last anywhere from 15 to 21 days.
to them it's the same a game, the shame, I leave you."
It was absolute bliss. Everything about this strange place. She knew exactly where it was, it was so familiar, but not at all. Like a long forgotten dream--you knew آپ had it and you, آپ just can't seem to recall it...but when faced with it again آپ know exactly what to do. And that's where Icy was now in a filed with گھاس bitten سے طرف کی sparkling frost. She lie there looking up at the falling snow, it fell in shapes of the oddest nature, shapes unknown to the human race. She wasn't cold, she wasn't warm, she wasn't anything at all matter of fact.
"You can do anything when آپ feel it burning at your wings just look in the mirror I'm a lucid dreamer.You can go everywhere آپ can rise up, see me standing there"
That was fine سے طرف کی her though because not feeling anything felt--in its own way--good. Icy sat up wings of white feathers wrapped around her, they were her own and coated in ice. As she walked her dress of sparkling white فیتا, فیتے dragged against the frost below. She reached a tree, it too was sculpted of the purest ice with leaves of the whitest snow and branches studded with icicles. Had she made it? Yes, a long time ago, as a young girl. She put a hand to the ice, her reflection hidden beneath her palm. As always she noted that her make up had changed; white eye shadow, gems on the side. She didn't سوال it, she simply wrapped her wings around herself and sat beneath the tree. How did she get here? How did she get here in the past. She didn't remember.
"You're out of air memoria no one hurts like آپ nothing to loose and all I hear is silence
I’m not afraid I’m living with colour every دن the moment is now, you’re far away to find me"
Had she died? She couldn't have, she'd been fine moments prior...right? Come to think of it she couldn't even recall that much. She couldn't remember anything of where she had once come...had she come from another world. Perhaps she was always in this world, and the other one she thought she knew was the fake. That would be just find, in this world she could not feel hunger nor sadness nor pain. And though she was the sole inhabitant (besides the snow elk and small white rabbits) she felt no loneliness. Imagine that--absolute solitude but not a feeling of lonesomeness. It looked her right in the eye; one of the winter white elk ('was everything white here?' Icy had to ask herself). She stared back, her سوال was answered when the animals eyes turned a coal black, emitting some sort of purple flame.
Icy bolted upright. She was still wearing a white gown, but this one was far from elegant. She was in the hospital. That's right...it was all coming back again. All of her memories of the physical world embraced Icy's brain, not without pushing the ones of the ice world right out. Kleine-Levin Syndrome, she's had it since she was a girl. She still remembered her mother informing her that she'd been asleep for 16 days straight--they thought it was a coma. Icy's train of thought was interrupted سے طرف کی Darcy; "Good to have آپ back Icy."
"Yeah, sure. آپ say that every time." Icy shrugged.
for those of آپ who don't know Kleine-Levin is a rare disease that causes prolonged sleeping periods, it happens randomly. One منٹ the person is awake the اگلے they are sleeping again. And this sleep could last anywhere from 15 to 21 days.
