Apr 07, 2006 23:14
The words that I cant seem to form spill out onto paper. Maybe one day others will read them. Maybe they wont. It doesnt really seem to matter much anymore.
It seems that the struggle against Lady Death is harder that I was percieved. It is not just a game - it is HER game.
Tearing oneself away from their own world and throwing themselves into another can turn your world upside down or right side up. Depending on a lizard.
Can someone whose time has stopped move on with life?
Sometimes I wish I could ..... really be Danielle. Be Sophia. Be Elizabeth. anything but myself would suffice - even Mary. Okay. maybe not MARY - but you know what I mean.
but whatever - it doesnt really matter much. but it would be amazing. to see from my characters pov. The more I think about them, the more realistic they become. in my mind. not on paper. paper just cant soak up enough ink on them. Their thoughts, emotions, dreams, ideas... just attempting Sophia's would take forever - but considering how long Elizabeth has lived - hers would take a life time.
i hate details.
but i'm consumed with them
damn.