Once upon a time there was a siren long afloat on shipless oceans who did her best to smile because everything was a bit chaotic around her and she thought she would feel so much better if only she could manage to see someone else in the same waters but … no dice. Forced to settle for the singing eyes and fingers drawing her lovingly to a parallel universe she did sing her siren song to others inviting them over however it was a paradoxical deal—come—don’t come—but still come—in a lengthy daydream. Were you hare when I was fox referred to more than a few things. Were you the hunted and I the hunter? Were you [someone else] the rabbit while I was your crafty strategist? The games have been complex. Her foolish boat—yes, it was very foolish—leaned more than a few times and she was largely ignored, casting her into dark despair on the rocks. She felt others were clearly saying “get away from me! Can’t we do this tomorrow? Hey chick, I am very busy with my own life right now and you are more than a little hard to buy. Take a hike.” Assuredly her heart shied from the endless sorrow, she was heartily confused, freaked out and even suicidal but sailing in highly protective arms. The fairy tale could have a happy ending but it’s tough to say at this point.
Oh and, Calypso was a sea nymph—daughter of Atlas. Calypso was also what Perse—an Oceanid--named her daughter. This Calypso’s father was either Helios or Apollo.
Once upon a time there was a siren long afloat on shipless oceans who did her best to smile because everything was a bit chaotic around her and she thought she would feel so much better if only she could manage to see someone else in the same waters but … no dice. Forced to settle for the singing eyes and fingers drawing her lovingly to a parallel universe she did sing her siren song to others inviting them over however it was a paradoxical deal—come—don’t come—but still come—in a lengthy daydream. Were you hare when I was fox referred to more than a few things. Were you the hunted and I the hunter? Were you [someone else] the rabbit while I was your crafty strategist? The games have been complex. Her foolish boat—yes, it was very foolish—leaned more than a few times and she was largely ignored, casting her into dark despair on the rocks. She felt others were clearly saying “get away from me! Can’t we do this tomorrow? Hey chick, I am very busy with my own life right now and you are more than a little hard to buy. Take a hike.” Assuredly her heart shied from the endless sorrow, she was heartily confused, freaked out and even suicidal but sailing in highly protective arms. The fairy tale could have a happy ending but it’s tough to say at this point. Oh and, Calypso was a sea nymph—daughter of Atlas. Calypso was also what Perse—an Oceanid--named her daughter. This Calypso’s father was either Helios or Apollo.