I want to see the shadow cross the line and burn into invisibility. I want to hear the flames crackle until the pain of the follower burns away. I want to see a life in which I lead the troupe, and not where I am the troupe—all of the troupe.
I want to dream futures and not just dreams. I want to speak my words and have people not just hear, but feel me. I want to exist in a world where I don’t have to wonder about the next stranger and consider the dangers of being alone. I want to not fear the dark space at the corner of my eye before I turn to look at it and see that it is, indeed, nothing.
I want to live for a lover, and have that lover live for me. I want to age and mature and grow old and see the world as a child sees it but only with the knowledge that perhaps the child sees it best, and the rest of us just taint it in our minds. I want to stare into a child’s eyes, but at the same time, the action frightens me because I remember we were all that child once. We were all so pure and innocent once. And when I look into my own reflection, the reflection just stares back.
No tingle in my toes, no thoughts, no hopes, nothing but emptiness in response to that haunted stare.
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rockpaperscissorsx3 said:
I love you, this is just so <3. It’s as if you’ve just gone into my messed up mind and written exactly how I feel.
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In Love With a Fantasy