These are but vain attempts to express, by one who wears her heart on her sleeve. Words, much like love, can be ever elusive... ever frustrating... like trying to paint a million stories on a single canvass. If you will read, please do not ask. Just feel. Or at least try to. The meaning is, whatever you have felt to be there, or the lack thereof :)

Dedication page: The Book of The Fallen

dedication:

‘Light me a candle,
SEND ME A BLUEBIRD,
and a thousand monarch butterflies.’


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One does not become enlightened
by imagining figures of light
But by making the darkness conscious.

C. G. JUNG

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AZRIEL,
The Servant of the Bones

“ Anger is a confusing force and hatred is blinding”

The Servant of the Bones, Anne Rice, Bantam Books, c1996
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