delilahb

I have just spent the last day submerged in print, smelling the fibres of paper, losing all meaning of the shapes of letters. I have found love, voice, need, rejection. I weep, now, weep because I'm no longer in her world. I am no longer wishing for him to do more than touch her lips with his thumb. I weep because I cannot pretend to be her, with him watching her silently from his chair. I now have to return to reality, to my life, to a life with no art, no color, no secrets. A life where white is only white, not yellow, blue, red or gray, where clouds are one dimensional and pearls bare no reflection.


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Updated to say:

I know people think I'm dead in a gutter somewhere, but I'm alive and well. I've just been away in never-never land and haven't been able to spend enough time commenting and updating as normal. I do love you all though.

If you haven't already, watch Big Fish. C'est tres bien!