Dellusionist
She's gone. Vanished. Twisted.
Once stunningly beautiful, now hideously grotesque.
Torn apart by age and rage.
Hardened and callous, by heartache and malice.
Once peaceful eyes, losing sight of the prize.
Come back oh lovely thing.
Come back.
posted by Jason at 10:59 AM
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My darling Twin ... They say that art need no explanation. However, just as I capture my world through my writing, so do you. Those in our worlds know when the camera lens is upon them. It makes life an interesting realm for an artist, where one wants not to censor, not inhibit the Truth, but bare themselves, open and reveal. I find myself altering things through my parallel world to protect the innocent as it were. Or rather, so that I may write without constant poking and prodding. Those with the keys, the kindred circle, or you, my Twin, have full access passes. I thank you, therefore, for the Fighting for Five post, I thank you for interweaving your story with my own. For taking sacred walks in our world, and showing me that I am not alone in my words. Now Twilight will begin again within a few days, a fresh page ... And yet, ever so private in public, ever so cryptic and lost in metaphor. Yet .. that is the only language I know. Or at least, the one that speaks without fear.
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Well never mind the hag, but we certainly all miss you, Jase. x
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