tangled

My thoughts are running rampant tonight, weaving in and out of my stories with no regard for plotlines or margins. Coralie and Calliana. Bryton and Byrd. They seem to think they're interchangable, of a sudden. And me in the middle of it all, captive, like the baby in the briars -- an image I haven't been able to get out of my head all day. The more I struggle, the more caught up in it I am.