How much is too much anyway? (Full prose is in the caption below )
Tell me, how did you like my story?
Artwork: Amanda Cass
Watch your step as you walk into my world. Because turning back is not an option. And as the light in your footsteps dies and trails behind you, be on high alert for my demons who bite and are out to get you.
You've agreed to walk through my hell with me, hand in hand. Though please don't sacrifice too much, or you'll never see land.
Be prepared to lose everything. But if you're lucky, the shadows may not entirely consume the path you once walked. So maybe someday, if all goes south, either you drag it all down with you, or you run back through the smokeless flames. The latter being just a piece of you. An empty shell. Hardened enough that even the sun will never be able to shine through.
Tell me, how much are you willing to offer? Tell me, how far are you willing to go? Think it over carefully, because it could all end tragically. I just have to know.
Please read the caption below for the entire piece
Artwork: acrisla.com (Website seems to be down, can't seem to find the original artist for this picture so if you happen to know who it is, please comment below so I can give them credit for this beautiful piece )
Along the shore I've been building my very own sandcastle. I decorated it with bits of seaweed and shells, sticks, stones and starfish. But like the castle, I too was empty.
A mere disguise, those embellishments were. And I, I was too keen on keeping my drawbridge and door closed.
But you flooded every corner, and dragged its emptiness back to sea. You showed me who I am underneath. That those shiny shells and the glistening seaweed were only distracting me from who I really wanted to be.
Now free from my own imprisonment, from that tiny cell, I can see both the daylight and the dark hours. And all you did was trade it for my vacant walls.
Soon enough did you help me create an enchancted home. Our home. A palace made of moonstones, Chandeliers of diamond crystals, stairways to heaven, and with a door permeable to only rays of sun. Without you this couldn't be done. You are the pen to my ink. My missing link.
Glass tear drops inside of necklace lockets Kept inside a strangers pocket Stolen from those who cry in silence From those who give rise to sin stained wings without their acknowledgment
Midnight rises from beneath a broken moon But the stars are gone, perhaps still hiding in their cocoons Hiding in prisons with doors wide open Afraid to shine, terrified of what their light may bring.
So they stay liberated, but chained to fright Until the night death happened to walk by Until the night he laid his scythe upon their heads and watched them die.
Twinkle twinkle little star Never be afraid to show the world who you are Light up the night with your gaze so bright And you may someday reach the darkest part of the galaxy And guide the rest away from black holes And towards your warmth So you can someday help them forget their fallacies