A piece of gauze has fitted itself over her being. The world feels muffled.
Like the spaces between waking and dreaming. Soft spaces. Shifty sand.
The little mermaid gave up her being and her voice so that she could have legs like a human, in the hope that the prince will love her. But he did not.
She lost her mermaid soul. For the love of a man who did not love her back.
What have you lost?
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Did you know there are 43 trillion possible arrangements of the Rubik's Cube? I'm convinced this must be the number that can help me define my self. Go figure!
dEliRiuM
I am a child of the night
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
My name was formerly Delight
In the chaos I wander, out of sight
My soul has sunk to the depths, risen to the heights
I am sister of Dream
My trail leads you to a bubbling stream
Under the stars, I catch a moonbeam
My soul remembers to sing, to breathe, to sigh, to scream
dEliRiuM is me
Learning to be free
Let go of me
Don’t let go of me
MoMenTs paSt
mOmENts iN TiMe
cOnNecT @
fRieNDs oF dEliRiuM
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