We walked for hours through the night. The back-roads of our hometown, the canvas upon which our relationship was painted. I've never been a good painter, but with you by my side we made art. ~~ For J.P.
Such vivacity! Such luminous colors! Your soul brightens even the darkest of shadows. Your unfailing love carries me when I am weak. Your heart sends celestial rhythms our spirits dance to. God bless this Artist/Angel. ~~ For M.B.
Misunderstood Chameleon, show your true skin. Underneath it all, a paradox, dichotomy. Half love. Half hate. Half selfish. Half selfless. Who are you today? I'll always love you anyway. ~~ For Q.G.
My dear Jonquil, so passionate. You carry quite a spark with your tender heart. Understanding, compassionate. So far away, yet I ever feel your warmth. Lead me to you, beloved Piper. ~~ For L.F.
You aching soul. Must you torment yourself after all that's transpired? Your pain is vivid. You try to gain freedom through sadomasochism. Alas, your chains hold strong. Oh, Misery, you do love company. ~~ For E.L.
Things are strained, I know. It doesn't help that I've left again. I hope he loves you. He better know he doesn't deserve you. I didn't. I still don't. Will I ever stop caring for you? I miss you... ~~ For A.S.
Oh, Pookie, so protective. You guard me from myself, my worst enemy. Devoted. Industrious. A sister and friend. No matter the shock-wave, no matter the drama, you're in my corner. I can't thank you enough. ~~ For S.B.
Sometimes people look at themselves with such hatred that they burst into flame. When they've burned to ashes their spirit breathes life into the embers from which they arise as a new creation, free of the chains that they'd bound themselves by, free of the lies they'd wrapped their aching hearts in. When nothing's obscuring them they shine a light so others can look at themselves & the masquerade they call life. And if they have any vision left, they burn. I burned.
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