I am.

Out of every scam, robbery and con youve ever executed, out of every lie to ever roll off your sweet tongue, sick and elegant, I thought maybe just maybe I, could be, would be the favored, most frequently told lie you ever told in dishonesty..I hoped I was that special bottle of whiskey safely tucked away in the deepest parlor of your mind, waiting to satisfy the only lips ever to make me believe my favorite lie ..the lonely doll, proudly collecting dust on your trophy shelf, a collectors item never to be played with by the other kids, quietly watching all the hand me downs having all of the fun with you..I used to..I always hoped you kept me all for yourself, the real treasure, your favorite lie..

Letter to the caged bird

If I sought destruction, would you guide me? Hold my hand as I step forth, into the flames, to be cleansed, lost to everything except your touch and the euphoric warmth. Can we revel in the fire and each other, and let go for a while. Find a reprieve in the embers of lust and ecstasy that kept the cold at bay, at least for a time? Would you help me make my bed beneath the ashes of everything I once loved, and share in my sorrow with me atop the last warm coals of the blaze that kept each of our personal shadows barred from our battered souls? All I want, as the warm glow lulls me to sleep, is to taste the sweet smoke on your lips as you whisper my favorite lie. I'll protect you. I'll keep you safe. I'll save you from the darkness. Once upon a time our pyre towered above the world and we rejoiced in the warmth. We didn't despair at the destruction that was our salvation because, in that one moment we were engulfed by the flames, we were light blind to the chaos that was our lives and the monsters lurking in the dark. All that's left, all that exists in our little world, is us, and the beautiful fire, the graceful way the flames dance to their silent symphony, a lullaby, sad and sweet...

Sound the bells

How stimulating could something or someone, i.e. a movie, a book, a game, or a person, possibly be if the audience has been riddled with spoilers or has prior knowledge of one or more sections; whether it be the prelude, plot, ending, or a single scene--what would be the point in devoting your time and energy to learning something you already know? There is no room for assumption, anticipation, thrill, comic relief, impressions, hope, faith, any sort of human emotion for another, no let down, no unexpected turn of events, no excitement! There would be no variable, no change, no fluctuation. Life would be too predictable, too consistent and reliable. In my mind, that kind of life would be pointless and have no meaning because there would be nothing left to the unknown, no myths or legends, no story telling or unsolved mysteries. Where's the thrill in that? Life would be so boring without that adventure, the chance of going a different direction or following a path that you could not even dream of because, maybe it wasn't your dream to begin with...you didnt make this one up, maybe she did?