I'm sprinting away from the proverbial Third Eye, escaping its view by seeking the cover of darkness. I'm darting from shadow to shadow avoiding its gaze; for if the Third Eye aligns with my two, it will unlock my door of inner pandemonium upon undeserving souls. Thus the disconnect commences. The preparation for long-term "goodbye". I intend to embark on this journey independently & without council. For sentimental words spoken only tenderize an armor made of pride.
Being naught but discreet in affection, feigning all with comforting smiles. But to bare happy teeth to my own reflection will turn teeth hostile- tear my flesh away for being guile. So turn me inside-out, lend me not the chance to hide; rather skin me alive. Strip me to sinew so that I may shed disguise and before the Third Eye confess my goodbye's. For if I bid "Hello" anymore, it will empty me to the core.
c.marie
About Me
- C. Marie
- "Part of Art's life (beyond its creation) is to be consumed, interpreted, digested, misinterpreted, vomited up, perceived, then reinterpreted... And even then it's difficult to know for sure." - Brandon Boyd. I believe this wholeheartedly & without a second thought. I've never been the most comprehensive person in verbal conversation; the medium of communication I was always most fluent in required paper, ink, paint, & charcoal smudging. That's not to say I'm any more articulate through my creations, just that it's always been the means by which I'm able to convey my thoughts or feelings without stuttering... but even then, each smudge on my paper is where my hand stuttered in transcendence. I welcome translation or interpretations from any of whom care to look closer &/or question. Live passionately, love honestly, & appreciate everything; for we can learn from anything.
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