To My Dearest, There have been so many times I have been sold. Sold down rivers, up streams, bartered in the markets, traded out, traded in, tuned up & out to be returned for the likes of someone who is not broken nor beaten down. So much so that the cold air that freezes over your dead flowers I’ve mistaken for your light. On this path inside the walls of the air that I breath inside this universal world they call reality I will continue to find my way out across the forbidden seas where the flocks of my kind overflow the Kingdom of Loneliness where I shall be lonely no more. I long to see you again.
Please Please let me come back in my next life and be her!!
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6 . June
At the Jenny Lind House Yellow Springs Inn. More to follow.
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Double, double toil and trouble; Fire burn and cauldron bubble. HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHAKESPEARE!!! #macbeth #threewitches #witches #shakespeare #williamshakespeare #fuseli #painting #trilliumvein
12 . April
To My Dearest, There is a cage I am told that imprisons the rarest of all birds, so magnificent with its breathtaking pink feathers and crystal blue eyes, it’s believed to be magical and powerful to those that are lucky enough to posses it’s feather. Legend has it she used to roam free in the forest until she was captured. Who exactly captured her remains a mystery. The Villagers are always damning the Gypsies and the Gypsies curse the Villagers yet they both continue to chase the unknown in a town that appears to be riddled with peculiarity. I have hidden my cage next to my bedside with a cloak that keeps the bluest most winsome baby blue jay that I’ve been nursing. Poor thing had been abandoned after falling from his nest during the storm. It’s illegal to house any of the birds. The Queen’s men will no doubt execute yet I could not bear to leave her alone to die in the cold. Rumor has it there was a young boy who’s mother found a pink feather along the roadside on her path home. Cautiously looking to see if anyone had been watching, she picked it up. Upon brining it home she gave it to her crippled son who slept with the feather under his pillow for a week straight and on the seventh night he got up and walked to his mothers room, cured. That is what sent the townspeople into hysteria. They weren’t sure if it was witchcraft, the evil lure of the Gypsies, a hoax, or if the woman had stolen the legendary prized bird. The Queen had her beheaded which of course left the entire village horrified and intimated by her wrath. I am uncertain in my fear. I don’t even know for sure how I got here except for internal pull towards You, with You I know I am safe. xo TV
8 . April
To My Dearest, I wish I could say there is excitement in my voice today but I cannot although I should. I seem to have made a few friends or at least they appear to be for the moment. Sadly I’ve learned in the harshest of ways that things aren’t always what they appear to be so my guard is up & ever present. The Gypsies are curious people and they too are not what they appear to be, even the creatures that roam the forest oddly are not what they appear to the human eye. I do not want to be here any longer. I want to venture out beyond the forest walls and into the village. I want to find You whomever & wherever you are. I have been warned about leaving and I have been warned about staying so I stay and yet the more I stay the more I yearn for everything. As the storms roll in and ignite the skies I have to ask myself if what I really see are the storms within me or is it the Gods in the sky that damn the angels that fly. As the clouds roll in, the Blue Jay’s take flight except for the plight of the one that I have held tight. Yes it’s all that I have in the darkest of nights to keep the hope of tomorrow in sight.xo TV