If you could find out one single fact about every person you met ...
what fact would you want to know, and why?
You mean, if I were like a witch, and the devil could whisper secrets in my ear?
If that didn't get me burned in a square, I reckon...yeah, I reckon I would want to know what they see when they see me.
Because I never really knew. Never think I know. Never feel I do.
*shrugs* Not something I've lost my sleep on, mind you.
But yeah, that's what I'd want to know.
I thought that Lena saw...a mate in disgrace, when were kids, and then someone to fuck with and fuck over, if I made her angry.We had good times, Lena and I. Good laughs. When there were coins, it didn't matter whose gold it was. But what did she see, in me? When Michael was paitning, she would spand hours there, as well, falling asleep at the end, just staring. Seeing what? Someone that would never be more of what he was, maybe. Or she was trying to see me as Michele saw me. I'll never know. What did she see, when I was strangling her?
Michele saw angels, and martyrs, pale skin, red velvet drapes. He saw light and darkness.
What does Alec see, when he looks at me? I'd like to pose for him, to model, the gods know I've done enough of that, for hours, days, nights, I know how to keep still. But what would he see? When he lies stretched on that leather couch, reading those book he loves so much, and he wants me to sit close to window so that the light will shine just on my side...he says it's because of the lights he needs to read. Yeah, bloody right.
That's what I'd like to know about every person I met.
What do they see when they see me.
306 words, Ranuccio, Caravaggio (misc films)
You mean, if I were like a witch, and the devil could whisper secrets in my ear?
If that didn't get me burned in a square, I reckon...yeah, I reckon I would want to know what they see when they see me.
Because I never really knew. Never think I know. Never feel I do.
*shrugs* Not something I've lost my sleep on, mind you.
But yeah, that's what I'd want to know.
I thought that Lena saw...a mate in disgrace, when were kids, and then someone to fuck with and fuck over, if I made her angry.We had good times, Lena and I. Good laughs. When there were coins, it didn't matter whose gold it was. But what did she see, in me? When Michael was paitning, she would spand hours there, as well, falling asleep at the end, just staring. Seeing what? Someone that would never be more of what he was, maybe. Or she was trying to see me as Michele saw me. I'll never know. What did she see, when I was strangling her?
Michele saw angels, and martyrs, pale skin, red velvet drapes. He saw light and darkness.
What does Alec see, when he looks at me? I'd like to pose for him, to model, the gods know I've done enough of that, for hours, days, nights, I know how to keep still. But what would he see? When he lies stretched on that leather couch, reading those book he loves so much, and he wants me to sit close to window so that the light will shine just on my side...he says it's because of the lights he needs to read. Yeah, bloody right.
That's what I'd like to know about every person I met.
What do they see when they see me.
306 words, Ranuccio, Caravaggio (misc films)