I am an etch-a-sketch. Fill me with your verbose ideates and most intimate metaphors. Sketch your world that dances behind liquid eyes, dangling just beyond the reach of touch. Write me a place where we can be. create an alphabet for me with the blood that pulses hot and thick through the aortic walls of your othersoul. tell me your secrets, your desires and pains. Write, sketch and etch until my skin is bleeding the black ink of your pen. Love me with vernacular and slay me with silence. Compose me a fiction and cast me as your Niniane, leave me to drown in my lake castle but don't ever forget to write me then shake me and start all over again.
Reason for writing:
Holy inspirational crap batman! I can't believe I found this place again! I have missed you all so very much....
Birth sign: Scorpio
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