possibly an unspeakably long time between entries, but…I’ve been away with the faeries, you see, and lost in memories of my own Queen Mab. she dances no longer, but her face remains in a locket tucked away in the depths of my jewellery box…secret, safe. how I would disappoint her, if she saw me now.
still forever secretly linked, she and I. by tragedy, by love, by illness, by music, by fire, by midnight whispered promises.
she doesn’t remember, but I do. I always will.
my Mab, and my Kakeru. two I will always love, who will never think of me, and that’s fine.
we’ll always be connected, she and I, he and I.
she’s mad, that mad girl. she’s madder than a cut snake. madder than a hatter. madder than a March hare.
{how could I not be, born on the Ides thereof?}
off to dream again. to dream of winged cats, and fragile wings, and Moon-Clair(e) things.
perhaps it’s you,
or a memory of you,
or something I constructed out of shimmering strips of wings&woes,
or both or all or none of these things,
but still
somewhere,
I love you.