I'd like to thank everyone who has viewed my art, left comments and added favs. I really appreciate the time you put into my visions. You're all wonderful..

..I just went through a long list of messages. I have comments from 2005. Something horrible stopped and held me down back then. I went through a merciless metamorphosis. I lost my everything in the process. Since then I've been finding my way throughout me. It's hard to be the pure "you". But I enjoy the challenge...Every now and then I remember the pain. I've ignored my DA account plus Art because it reminded me of the past too much. I get flashes of memories that flood my mind, drowning it back into insanity. I can't allow that to ever happen again. I wasn't strong enough to take on that battle so I ignored it. Three years have gone by and it's still torments me. Yet I've become the strongest I have ever been. It will crush my strength, like I remember once...
...But it's not really about how strong you are...it's the willpower. I was stripped down to a weak child. So lost and scared, surrounded by nowhere. Even in that twisted blur I remembered the love and held on tight. It's the only thing that saved me from losing myself. If I didn't have that I know she would be lost, extinct. I owe my life to him, but my life doesn't exist to him to anymore. I understand..

I still love him. That will never end...

It's time to face this battle. Memories frighten me, they almost stop my heart. I'm ready to be stripped down again. I can't calculate the amount of pain coming at me but I know how strong my willpower is. I know how strong my love is. My heart, soul and mind are ready. We're ready to express everything.







Only for a moment..

I'm not the Being you know at this moment. I am the ejected chaotic beauty from within. I shall speak of she, the one playing the part of her. You don't really know her because you're eyes and soul have been ripped out. Collected for a forgotten purpose that you would never really approve of. She's so much more than she knows. You feel the beauty emitted. She can't help but shove it in your face, down down the rabbit hole. The power speaks to her in erratic whispers. Energy vibrating throughout a brittle soul. Oh
but not so fragile, never so faint. He could never allow that. He, the one who grips your hand while you caress death. He, the one who chokes you with life. The love the breathes back the beauty into your soul. We all watch her, waiting for the awakening. Transmutate.