Sometimes I think about how this was real and we were there in the same mountains and moors my ances
Sometimes I think about how this was real and we were there in the same mountains and moors my ancestors roamed and that we somehow became an actual Lord and an actual Lady and waltzed through this landscape like will-o’-wisps and you like some emerald witch on fire but more like earthfire or treeflame that spread and warmed me no matter the storms that came and I get so breathless wanting to be there again feeling that way again that I cannot hardly move and I ache for it like it’s pulling me and it’s pulling me like it’s gravity moon-born and fierce like you are fierce and when I finally come back to the here and now I see you across a room on a hard day and think that it’s not the there or the here it’s the you and it’s the me and to hell with all the rest. (at Rannoch Moor, West Highland Way) https://www.instagram.com/p/CZA4TwZJyqX/?utm_medium=tumblr -- source link