✤ You can’t see me …
┋When people look at me, they automatically assume I’m dark and weird. Why can’t they see the truth? I’m just a girl, trying to find my place in the world.┋
Gena Showalter Continue reading✤ You can’t see me …
A blog of written and visual stories from a second life
┋When people look at me, they automatically assume I’m dark and weird. Why can’t they see the truth? I’m just a girl, trying to find my place in the world.┋
Gena Showalter Continue reading✤ You can’t see me …
┋I sit against this concrete, stare plastered like a Pollock painting on the opposite wall, replaying foggy scenes that have long gave their last breath. I seemingly see, like a seething seer, seeking to seep into the seeds of truth, every detail through the clouds of time.┋ Continue reading✤ Thoughts…
┋Hello, honey… aren’t you glad to see me? You said you’d love me…. in life and in death.┋ Continue reading✤ You said in life and in death…
┋Pray to your God, open your heart
Whatever you do, don’t be afraid of the dark
Cover your eyes, the devil’s inside┋ Continue reading✤ Night of the hunt…ress.
┋In the dead of night
Count your sins by candle light
I go (Oh, oh, oh, one by one)
Came for what is mine
Brought the reaper back to life
Oh no (oh, oh, oh, Reaper’s home)┋Continue reading✤ Say hello to the reaper…
┋And so, I broke open the cage’s door, and jumped out. If only I had known it had always been open.┋Continue reading✤ Libertas…
┋The war had been long and arduous, and it was still not over. I had tried to return come, having been discharged, but instead of the vivid green I remember, the warm, cosy feel of the cottage, and the smell of freshly cooked food, I only found death and decay. Then, they attacked. I felt sorrow for my home, but strangely enough, as jumped and lit up my swords, a happy, homey feeling washed over me. Perhaps the truth is, I don’t know what peace is. Perhaps I never felt what it’s like. Perhaps I was never interested in it.┋ Continue reading✤ No offence, but I don’t know what peace is …