Athena Flies Away
” Why is 11:11 the time to make a wish?
I make wishes all the time, 1:47, 8:29, 12:51; midnight, sunrise;
with magic wells, with shooting stars, with birthday candles;
with nothing at all but the closing of eyes and curling of fists. “
” I don’t want to grow old, please let me keep my little red shoes & wishes for home.
Why did the fairytales have to end?
I would much prefer it if they kept on spinning and spinning in the old film reel;
until the lights flickered and burned out just like time itself. “
” Confusion, confusion. The clock had broken and time had stopped.
She wondered to herself, secretly, silently, whose heart had she broken?
Oh, oh dear, it was always her own – was that better than breaking everyone else’s?
Of course, of course it was, we know silly questions lead to honest answers. “
(This are photos from various amazing artists that I feel fit Athena’s words. Be amazed.)
I found Athena and her blog through the comments section. She left a beautiful sweet comment and I randomly clicked on her name only to find pages and pages of beautiful words sprinkled with fairy dusts, praised by fairy godmothers.
I can never write like her or like Lola or like my sister. My writing has always been suited for newspapers while she can talk about childhood and dreams and heart aches so beautifully befitting a goddess’s hands. An Athena indeed.
Thank you Athena for visiting me. Thank you for leading me to some place beautiful.