Children of the Gods; Daughter of Dionysus Dionysus, the Greek god of grape harvest, wine-making and wine, of ritual madness. Dripping ecstasy from his fingers and feeding drug-fuelled epiphanies to his procession of revellers.
The first time I saw her wasn’t the kind of thing that you would see in the movies. It was simple. It was nice. It was ordinary. It was everything she wasn’t. Later, I’d come to know how her eyes lit up like fires when she was mad. How her voice dripped like honey, and left her words lingering in the air long after she was gone. Sometimes I can still hear her speak to me. I hope she can hear me too, if only when I say ‘I love you.’