10-12-2011, 02:53 AM
(This post was last modified: 10-12-2011, 10:09 AM by AnthroHeart.)
I am a destroyer of illusions. I chase down my metaphors, and tear them apart with great ferocity.
I project fear into the metaphor if need be, in order to increase contrast.
I am also the lover of my metaphor, the inner child, the wolf cub, and I create illusions to further increase this contrast.
Ah, the burden to carry is lovely, if only for how contrasty it is.
Could you poison this metaphor?
Could you adore this metaphor till your hands trembled and you sobbed?
This is my greatest contrast. I do not yet have the emotional latitude.
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I project fear into the metaphor if need be, in order to increase contrast.
I am also the lover of my metaphor, the inner child, the wolf cub, and I create illusions to further increase this contrast.
Ah, the burden to carry is lovely, if only for how contrasty it is.
Could you poison this metaphor?
Could you adore this metaphor till your hands trembled and you sobbed?
This is my greatest contrast. I do not yet have the emotional latitude.
zen_thirst.jpg (Size: 294.64 KB / Downloads: 1)