i fall in love a thousand times every year. with ideas and ideals. with perfectly flawed characters delivering perfect lines. stories, twisting, in whatever form they may come. the flutter of a dress, a song about murder, a stranger on a train. waterfalls and summer rain and icy cold lake water. stones and ruins. corvidae. moss and myth and magic. something wild, something unpredictable. circles and runes.
i am fickle, but i am faithful. am i now or have i ever been? have been and always shall be. yes. once and future. if you’re mine you’re mine forever.
(just not always in focus)