a taste of the extraordinary...

[mirrored_souls]

Each passing moment, morning till twilight, my soul has slowly introverting . Decelerating the creative thought process to a dying halt. A heart of spirit and fate, frozen as caverns of incased ice, tainted a light shimmering blue, sparking and pure as the gleam of a lover’s deepest heartfelt tear. If there is ever such a thing

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[xdjxemox]

I was right in being on my toes for this.
Love, this is beautiful. I don't think I need to tell you that.

Yet, locked within this beast is a gentle, overflowing soul, bleeding forth a stream of divine beauty, flowing elegantly to a frail, yet marvelously built heart. A heart, stitched together of lucent dreams and delicate hope

I love that. Love, Love, Love that.
Ask me next time and I'll tell you why I belive so.
God, you're good.
<33333 and hugs and kisses all for you
shi

[paradigm_schism]

This makes me what to go find or create art with you!

much love!

[mirrored_souls]

Come love, let's create away! hehe

The High Mistress of Art awaits us to dine with her, it will be such a lovely time.

<33

[robert_planties]

i am going to give you a call (or..er...today) to gush to you about how much i love my package and photos.

it is so delightful to hear about your creative sparks. it really is, darling. i am PROUD of you.

[mirrored_souls]

Thank you sweet, sweet child.

You sparkle like a tiny red gem placed in a dull green garden, overflowing with gorgeous red light, powered by the imperious sun.

Love you, and constantly proud of you.

[whiteshadows7]

I want to devour your brain. Maybe then your thoughts will be mine.
I firmly believe that if I were to meet you and you were to talk like that I could sit at your feet and listen to you speak for hours.

I've missed your writings ever so dearly oh Mirrored souls. You still remain to be my favorite journal. I pray the next absence will not be as long.

A simple minded fool,
Theo

[mirrored_souls]

Dear Prince Theo,

For you, my thoughts are free for the taking, you simply need a butterfly net to catch them, as they always float away towards the heavens.

No need to be at my feet on my vist. A mere stroll through a lavish courtyard would be quite nice with your company. I look forward to the experience.

And indeed, my writings have been lingering in the shadows... grow shape, scent, and from. Though I still admire your beautiful composed writings, and your journal is a personal favorite of mine.

To be truthful, your delicate placed, lovely words are a shimmering sight of hope. A reminder that all is never lost, as long as artists as ourselves keep this beauty world together by the seems, if only by our beautiful dreams.

Thank you for your expression. I will try to write more often. I will try.
Take care, dear friend.
~andrew