"Mikään Ei Kuivu Kyyneltä Nopeammin."

A Story by K. Harding

I Remember...

"Mikään ei kuivu kyyneltä nopeammin."
- Nothing dries sooner than a tear.

"I remember.

I remember, the sweet honey scent of the redwood trees.
Yet, I cannot recall their faces.

I remember, the songs of the forest, the moon's lullaby.
Yet, I cannot recall their dance.

I remember, the prairie of stars adorning the darkness.
Yet, I cannot recall their names."

I was birthed in Rovaniemi, Finland though, my parentage is long forgotten to my soul. The helix of my existance; one with nature now.

I was a child of the forest; the guardian of the ocean. A better world left behind with my wisdom years.

I remember the fireflies playing the piano of sunrise, and the wolves symphonies of nightfalls.

The Nightingale's love letter for a Beast; the way her hands held my heart so peacefully before tearing my heart clean from my chest.

A bitter farewell, and now everything else is just a blur.

I survived.
For some reason.
Somehow.
I am still here.

Ice has burrowed into the void of my heart. The blue hues of the ocean soul cascaded into purple waterfalls of the mourning star.

A Yuletide Heart; cursed to walk the moonlight nuturing natures Dead Gardens....