Physically, I am a person who appears younger than they actually are. Someone who wears old things because I’ve learned how to keep them in good condition; I certainly don’t have the money to buy many newer articles. Each one has the sea, fog, and red sands entangled in every fiber, held together and preserved like the folktales of every cove, street, house, and forest. Good employment can be hard to find, but knowing the mouse will one day get the cheese helps me to stay determined to seek my own rewards. I may be short, but I am the tallest when I stand up for myself.
Mentally, I am both the puppet and puppeteer, an echo in the mirror, no matter which way anyone flips it. United as One, yet One Alone. Shape-shifting is a grand ability, indeed. I can be anyone I need to be, if I put my mind to it. Knowledge comes with sacrifice and I can spare a few bits of my Self to break off and grow. Enjoy the madness – make friends with it! Keep the rest in the airy shadows, for some things are better left in the dark. Until they provide use, that is, for inspiration is everywhere. Is this just a disease that should just go off somewhere and die? Should this even bother with feelings?
If bossing and judging others with rules and labels make for a good citizen, I’ll stay in the void. They are hilariously contradicting – why, for example, should abstinence be the best way of birth control when it didn’t even work for Mary? It’s more fun to be a villain: I play it for every story I write! By now, it’s go big or go home. My home is a special place in hell. It’s called the throne! It’s only with writing fiction that I can be honest.
… And honestly, I hate my voice. The way that it is murdered into monotone when reading – who better to obscure it with filters than The Darkside themself? I have yet to regret making such a pact, even if it ends when Pharmakembru is born after its ninth term. Even today, I don’t know if I was the one enticed by the story of a kid with strange wrinkles, or if it was me who struck the devilish deal to create from the darkness. Only time will tell of which One pays the debt…
I’m a person that walks on a tightrope, and thankfully, I have good enough balance. Sometimes, however, the urge to jump is enticing, because it feels as though I’ll be eating my tail for eternity otherwise. When I falter, should I keep walking and stay in limbo? No. That’s too boring, so boring I could cry. I’ll just skip through life blind. Imagining the world is nice, as I need some normalcy once in awhile, as truth is stranger than fiction. If we are to meet, don’t look me in the eye, because you’ll never know what – or who – is slithering in those black holes.
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