Literature
Dreamcaught
I
I was academia diluted by alcohol. Adventure was all I craved, and my heart beat only for my knowledge-thirst. Worn down to the bare bones, I was nothing but words and easy lies.
We had the run of the town, the stars lighting our path to freedom. The great illusion.
I was a thousand miles from home - from the ice-cracked windows and animal fur, grand halls and dusted books. Warm like cinnamon, he patched me up and sent me on my way; he was manual labour with a dash of lemonade. Dramatics and twisted fate. We could never be untangled.
II
Dreamcaught, he left me stranded, valuing the melodic rock of the sea, the unsteady ship beneath his