She lucidly drifts through malevolent dreams, beholding her death and conception
She edifies Bai Ze and Baku
She conquers Gawl Nulim and severs his head
She vanquishes manifest terror
She dances with revenants, flirting with death
She wanders undaunted through conscience and dread--
Through death and conception--
The infinite quest
About the Creator
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No Plus One
It's nearly one AM and I just got back from my third wedding of the four in this last month alone, and I have always been alone. I hide behind my camera to pretend to be useful, hide behind a safety net of skill set. So I do not have to confront the loneliness that is sleeping alone when everyone else seems to have a partner to crawl into bed with. I love the time spent with those who decided I was worth the 30-plus dollars per plate they decided to spend on me, and I do not need to have a partner on these occasions, but it would be nice to have someone notice, me. See when I am in the corner because they know I need time to recharge and to kiss me on the head until the time has come to leave. Maybe that's the problem about being a professional storyteller, I dream of something that isn't meant for me.
By Rilee Arey3 days ago in Confessions
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