creative writing

i nudged sleeping beauty as she awoke in pieces. Limb by limb she arose and more beauitful with every inch that the silk of her skin was shown. The beast of mazes and minds, tricks and jokers will no longer keep her asleep. With her breath everything awakens. The flowers are brighter over the green fields of fireflys dipping and skipping across the sky. Stars written like notes of songs in the sky, bounching as they glisten. But as time moves on, when the sun and moon swap she will grow tired once more. Her journey begins and ends like the journey of a fire. It's captivating, dangerous, wild, and full of science. Who stands the patience of such big desires? Oxygen and water dare to run aside its light but explode with the light the heat it can not bare. Sleeping for years, awaken for days, and the angels seem more statisfed.