Fairytales are lying to Reality
Naive little jaded me. I watched them all parade around in valiant masculinity. Masks with fake smiles, fake words, but their eyes, their eyes tell. They tell what is not spoken. I watched. I watched and they glided around me, hovering like buzzard to the prey. I was the prey. Feast on me, feast on my innocence. Your smile gave me comfort, know that. Your smile gave me comfort as you raped me. Gullible little me. Why was I so ripe? Why was I so ideal to you? A lesson learned? A test endured? I do not understand.
So I have endured this test, learned much, and the image has changed little. My knowledge was there, but there was still the naive part of me. You have taken that and revealed to me that you all wear masks. You have taken the naive, That, I thank you for, solely. You have taken your liberties, and soon, the tables will turn for you. Now, enough of this. Fate will soon come to you. I wish to end this chapter.
Turn the page. And there she is. An Image in my mind. Image I am unsure of. Something I fancy but I question as well. Who is she? She visits me in my dreams and there I have her, I indulge her, I taste her. Ivory skin, glowing eyes, and the body of a Goddess. I have her, and she is satiated with the pleasures I indulge her with. This Goddess, she, she fancies me in return? There is no wonder as to why this is only a dream. But an image. She is perfection, and I cannot reach for her. She is the unattainable.
I am groping about in this dark room. Looking, searching for a hand, a face, a word spoken. The lights are cut off, and the party is over. And I am alone again. Messages are sent, but not received. And so I alone without a word, a whisper, a face, to comfort me in the dark.
A rose garden. Roses full and rich with color. All, in my grasp. Am I watching this beauty die? I am in the company of such exotic, and I feel so helpless, unsure, intimidated...I do not want this...To let the beauty die.
New chapter. Fresh page, fresh ink. I shall write this surreal fairy tale.
After the undoing the prince comes in for the rescue. And there he is, speaking words dripping with wisdom and romance, presence glowing ever so brightly. He sees me. And I am amazed. Words are exchanged and I barely think this beauty is human. "He is too perfect", my subconscious whispers. This cannot be. The mask is off, but he shows no trait that proves to me. That proves to me he is like the others. He is not. Truly rare, and the last of his kind. And he, he seeks me?
Words exchanged still. And this, this sparks a fire of hope inside of me. I will see him,I will be there in his arms, There, I will know pure comfort. Such a short time, short distance, and I am forever hopeful.I am unsure why, but I know. I know him. And yet, I have never met him.
All this hope I have, for something so fragile? A surreal fairytale?
All are Images in my mind. Images, dreams, thoughts, possibilities. Forever question. And the subconscious answer.
Maybe?
....Soon...
So I have endured this test, learned much, and the image has changed little. My knowledge was there, but there was still the naive part of me. You have taken that and revealed to me that you all wear masks. You have taken the naive, That, I thank you for, solely. You have taken your liberties, and soon, the tables will turn for you. Now, enough of this. Fate will soon come to you. I wish to end this chapter.
Turn the page. And there she is. An Image in my mind. Image I am unsure of. Something I fancy but I question as well. Who is she? She visits me in my dreams and there I have her, I indulge her, I taste her. Ivory skin, glowing eyes, and the body of a Goddess. I have her, and she is satiated with the pleasures I indulge her with. This Goddess, she, she fancies me in return? There is no wonder as to why this is only a dream. But an image. She is perfection, and I cannot reach for her. She is the unattainable.
I am groping about in this dark room. Looking, searching for a hand, a face, a word spoken. The lights are cut off, and the party is over. And I am alone again. Messages are sent, but not received. And so I alone without a word, a whisper, a face, to comfort me in the dark.
A rose garden. Roses full and rich with color. All, in my grasp. Am I watching this beauty die? I am in the company of such exotic, and I feel so helpless, unsure, intimidated...I do not want this...To let the beauty die.
New chapter. Fresh page, fresh ink. I shall write this surreal fairy tale.
After the undoing the prince comes in for the rescue. And there he is, speaking words dripping with wisdom and romance, presence glowing ever so brightly. He sees me. And I am amazed. Words are exchanged and I barely think this beauty is human. "He is too perfect", my subconscious whispers. This cannot be. The mask is off, but he shows no trait that proves to me. That proves to me he is like the others. He is not. Truly rare, and the last of his kind. And he, he seeks me?
Words exchanged still. And this, this sparks a fire of hope inside of me. I will see him,I will be there in his arms, There, I will know pure comfort. Such a short time, short distance, and I am forever hopeful.I am unsure why, but I know. I know him. And yet, I have never met him.
All this hope I have, for something so fragile? A surreal fairytale?
All are Images in my mind. Images, dreams, thoughts, possibilities. Forever question. And the subconscious answer.
Maybe?
....Soon...