i dream of two dear
written by PAVE
21-03-25
every night, i dream of two deer.
one i named heremel the fourth and the other kro the sixth.
when i wander off to my deepest slumber, my vision goes dark before i wake up again to the sights of dreary heavens. its always midway through autumn. i hear the crunch of fallen leaves surround me, and when i look up i see two deer looking down at me. their eyes are full of curiosity. they dont flinch when i get up to stand on my feet.
heremel has an injured left front leg, causing her to limp. kro has beautiful blond fur, running smoothly throughout his body like the tides. they look at me with the blacks of their eyes, and it looks like it could be the void resting in their eye sockets.
i cannot touch them, no. for the last time i did, they ended up scattering. not to run off somewhere, but for its whole being to scatter into nothing but beautiful dust. its always the ethereal that you cannot grasp. ive longed to feel their warmth.
they flutter their eyelashes to me, the void flickering between existence and nonexistence. i learned that they do that when they want to make me follow.
kro leads the way, prancing about deeper into the forest. heremel follows suit, falling behind only slightly with the limp on her leg.
it is fun.
when the leaves crunch at the impact of their hooves..
at one point i dont even have to look where to go. kro and heremel will always make sure i dont get lost. at that point i close my eyes. i trust them, wherever it is they will take me. whether it ends up being the pearly gates, or the raging fires of hell. i feel that it is always destined.
i do love them. they are only deers in a recurring dream, but they truly are my dears.
i prefer running around with them than being awake and dealing with reality.
did i take my medicine?
we come to a stop. heremel groans at the pain in her leg. she rests upon a hill. kro pushes me over. at the top of the hill lies a wooden box just big enough to fit me. its cushioned, thats nice. kro lays opposite heremel and kisses her forehead for comfort. the box rests between them.
they flutter their voids at me again. they want me to lay with them.
“i love you kro,” i say. “i love you heremel.”
they bury their noses into me. it tickles. this is the first time i felt their touch. “we love you too. rest well.”
21-03-25
every night, i dream of two deer.
one i named heremel the fourth and the other kro the sixth.
when i wander off to my deepest slumber, my vision goes dark before i wake up again to the sights of dreary heavens. its always midway through autumn. i hear the crunch of fallen leaves surround me, and when i look up i see two deer looking down at me. their eyes are full of curiosity. they dont flinch when i get up to stand on my feet.
heremel has an injured left front leg, causing her to limp. kro has beautiful blond fur, running smoothly throughout his body like the tides. they look at me with the blacks of their eyes, and it looks like it could be the void resting in their eye sockets.
i cannot touch them, no. for the last time i did, they ended up scattering. not to run off somewhere, but for its whole being to scatter into nothing but beautiful dust. its always the ethereal that you cannot grasp. ive longed to feel their warmth.
they flutter their eyelashes to me, the void flickering between existence and nonexistence. i learned that they do that when they want to make me follow.
kro leads the way, prancing about deeper into the forest. heremel follows suit, falling behind only slightly with the limp on her leg.
it is fun.
when the leaves crunch at the impact of their hooves..
at one point i dont even have to look where to go. kro and heremel will always make sure i dont get lost. at that point i close my eyes. i trust them, wherever it is they will take me. whether it ends up being the pearly gates, or the raging fires of hell. i feel that it is always destined.
i do love them. they are only deers in a recurring dream, but they truly are my dears.
i prefer running around with them than being awake and dealing with reality.
did i take my medicine?
we come to a stop. heremel groans at the pain in her leg. she rests upon a hill. kro pushes me over. at the top of the hill lies a wooden box just big enough to fit me. its cushioned, thats nice. kro lays opposite heremel and kisses her forehead for comfort. the box rests between them.
they flutter their voids at me again. they want me to lay with them.
“i love you kro,” i say. “i love you heremel.”
they bury their noses into me. it tickles. this is the first time i felt their touch. “we love you too. rest well.”
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