Once upon a time there was a goblin with a face that looked as though it had been bashed in with a shoe. One eye barely opened, and the other bugged out. The skin of his cheeks was mottled and had a tendency to be both flaky and greasy at the same time. His skull was higher on one side of his head than the other, and his large ears were equally lopsided. And on top of all this, he was missing a good half of his teeth, the half remaining being yellowed, rotted, and jagged. But none of this mattered, because he was kind. And that is the end of the lesson.
It was the Spring that made her weep. Early Spring, just as the sprouts pushed up from heavy earth, the burden of it pressed through with equal parts inevitability and magic. Still, it was the loss of something; a barren landscape, of faded harsh lines and cold silhouettes that filled her with this mourning. How long it would be until Autumn broke! How long until the return that made her feel like she could sleep in her own skin and be at peace. For following Spring, came the mock of happiness that glories in a sudden fleeting beauty and tantalizing warmth that is nothing more than a shortened, sharpened shock. But then, just then, as the leaves would begin to slip and the colors would start to riot, one would begin to breathe. For one knew then that death was on one’s doorstep. Death, best greeted with a kiss on each cheek. For it was only when it arrived that the air grew clear as crystal and breathable as the fumes of the finest wine. The blow of Winter’s solemn breath that br
Once upon a time there was a woman who had had enough of the complications of life. There were so many things to worry about, so many things demanding her attention, all amassing in and about her in a way that made her shrink into herself. The more she looked about her and saw the chaotic whirl of her spinning life, the more it appeared as though it were a magnet attracting more and more until the weight of it all lead to remorse and sorrow and desperation. The day came when she had sunk so low that she found herself asking a very particular question. What was it that she truly needed on her spinning axis of life? Very little came the answer. Less still if she changed the essence of herself. So she threw herself into the sky and became a star. And there she found herself surrounded by those of like-minds, who had eschewed complexity to do a simple thing: shine.