Last night while working on my character for a new project this sort of poured out of me.... My reflection reads jagged to me. I see beneath the skin and the pearly whites. I look in the mirror and I see lumps of coal burning my chest. I see water freezing behind my eyes. I see the tunnel down my throat swollen shut. My hairs are like the snakes of medusa, and my nails sharp as a feline. My heart has a metal door rusted shut. This is a place were I create… this ridge I live on inspires me to find strength and control. Somehow the world sees only whats in front of them. As they say the brightest light comes form the darkest places. These places are the inner workings of our humanity. The center of creation. The freedom to bring forth life. The dark is free, no distraction, silent, pure, and ready for you to touch on the universe. The life I seek is to live as many lives as I can in one span of time. Each time I discover new life I get to open the rusted door and pour out my heart. Its liberating! Civilians will never understand because they have no reason to look inside. ~CHLOE (Character)
Posted on: Wed, 09 Apr 2014 07:05:28 +0000
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