You know, I never asked very much of David over those nine years and should my mind wander to one of the few fond memories I still have, it quickly is overshadowed by the fact that when I was the most broken in life, when I truly needed him the most, he was gone. Not surprising, he had vanished. Like dust in the wind, he was magically no longer there. That is what they do. That is who they are. The fond memories I have are of an illusion. I was in love with an illusion. David Blaine, Chris Angel, David Copperfield, Houdini... They got nothing on me! I lived sleight of hand. An interesting thought came to me as I pondered this; a magician and a Sociopath are much alike. They both desperately draw our attention away from what they are actually doing. Ah, smoke and mirrors from the man in the mask in the house of illusion.... And yet all they become is dust in the wind. ~Joanna
Posted on: Fri, 14 Feb 2014 08:04:01 +0000
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