Nov 17, 2004 01:23
My name is Kate. I am me. They are me. I am them.
I am Four.
Seperate and suspended,
Drifting in a vacuum,
Contemplating freedom,
But seeing only my doom.
I am Lindril.
The mask I wear is light indeed,
And easy to remove.
My music shows you all I love
And all I try to prove.
I am Memory, Sorrow, and Thorn.
Pieces of the past, I find,
Are locked in grief inside my mind.
They lead on only to mourning pain,
And so the cycle begins again.
I am Gersh.
Life is wide and life is fun,
So proud of all the things I've done!
How old am I? I guess I'm five...
Balloons AND balloons, I'm so ALIVE!
I am Ice Princess.
Do not touch, remain aloof
You'd better find some convincing proof
Of your innocence or I
Will leave you cold as I slowly die.
I am Kait.
Is this a mask, or is it true?
My eyes will tell you what to do.
In your arms, I feel as one,
And forget the things that I have done.
I am Kerkes.
Black on red, thou tortured soul
Check weighted dice before you roll.
I am within, I am thy Mind,
So be very frightened of what you find...
My Seven, with newly discovered Four. A temporary name, perhaps, but it seemed apt at the time. I drift between these, but Gersh, Ice Princess, and Kerkes require special attention to make themselves known.
I realise that I still have no idea who I am. If you have any ideas, my plea of several posts ago still stands.
Right. I am exhausted. Going to bed now.
~Kate out
Oh yes, before I forget, and so that I won't. Quotes from the walk of the night:
"What happened to Gersh?" (Alex)
"My inner child is probably off chasing butterflies somewhere." (Kate)
"I feel as though I'm taking a passenger seat as Kate does her thing." (Kate)
From earlier:
"My thoughts are... passively conflicting. It's okay, though, because it's passive." (Kate)
inner self,
poetic