lilygirl
Bluelighter
I wander back to this place after a year of transition. A year that compels me to begin to examine pens for trickery
because everything else became draped in a sheath of deception.
What lurks beneath the smooth soft surface?
If you look at things more
closely
it isn't difficult to take apart the simple disguise.
Black becomes white,
cold is now warm,
and you discover that only your dearest friends can wound you the most.
Nothing can be done about this state.
I knew that before.
The only thing that can really be done is to appreciate the neglected beauty of your pen's casing, even after you discover the weapon it is concealing.
-lily
(I MISSED YOU, BLUELIGHT!!!)
[ 09 June 2002: Message edited by: lilygirl ]
because everything else became draped in a sheath of deception.
What lurks beneath the smooth soft surface?
If you look at things more
closely
it isn't difficult to take apart the simple disguise.
Black becomes white,
cold is now warm,
and you discover that only your dearest friends can wound you the most.
Nothing can be done about this state.
I knew that before.
The only thing that can really be done is to appreciate the neglected beauty of your pen's casing, even after you discover the weapon it is concealing.
-lily
(I MISSED YOU, BLUELIGHT!!!)
[ 09 June 2002: Message edited by: lilygirl ]
