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Sorry for my lack of being alive recently.
..and if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time; a song
for a heart so big, so brave.
Screaming from atop your cathedral I forsake you..
Kamlo, listen.. "man needs what's worst in him in order to achieve what's best in him"..
everything's about to change.
A few days ago I left the House of Servitude. It was a quiet separation, as I left in the night, taking nothing with me, not even my flesh. The quietness worries me, and sometimes I can trick myself into thinking that it is not forever, but truthfully I know I will never go back.
Ever since I returned from that mission hardly a word has been spoken to me. I am treated as the lowest creature within their midst and they find no affection for me anymore. I could have coped with anger, with chastisement.. but not this terrible silence. Did I mess up? Didn't I do it right?
bUt i Am wHole oNce aGaiN. iNtAct. iMmOrTaL.
complete.
I am waiting at home, with Her.I am on the sofa, doing nothing, boneless and smoking. I am in the book. I am the paintings on the walls and in the red
cellar, and embroidered onto the silk. I am in the glossy fur of the cats, and in the deep bath, and between the cool sheets, and in the light splashed on the wall. I am made of gold leaf and cinnamon and jasmine flowers, and you will choose to come home to me now.
Come to me. There is still so much we need to do.
..and if you were with me tonight, I'd sing to you just one more time; a song
for a heart so big, so brave.
Screaming from atop your cathedral I forsake you..
Kamlo, listen.. "man needs what's worst in him in order to achieve what's best in him"..
everything's about to change.
A few days ago I left the House of Servitude. It was a quiet separation, as I left in the night, taking nothing with me, not even my flesh. The quietness worries me, and sometimes I can trick myself into thinking that it is not forever, but truthfully I know I will never go back.
Ever since I returned from that mission hardly a word has been spoken to me. I am treated as the lowest creature within their midst and they find no affection for me anymore. I could have coped with anger, with chastisement.. but not this terrible silence. Did I mess up? Didn't I do it right?
bUt i Am wHole oNce aGaiN. iNtAct. iMmOrTaL.
complete.
I am waiting at home, with Her.I am on the sofa, doing nothing, boneless and smoking. I am in the book. I am the paintings on the walls and in the red
cellar, and embroidered onto the silk. I am in the glossy fur of the cats, and in the deep bath, and between the cool sheets, and in the light splashed on the wall. I am made of gold leaf and cinnamon and jasmine flowers, and you will choose to come home to me now.
Come to me. There is still so much we need to do.