Let me tell you a story...

And hello to all who see this, for after reading we might not say goodbye

For although we say we know one another, but we truly don't until we die

I read a book once, it was a wonderful story of things I never knew written in words I could never understand,

But I read it over and over till the pages grew old and torn and the letters fell off the pages into a pile at my feet so I tried to put them back but the letters turned to needlely wires that dug into my hands and caused me to bleed all over the ground I called my home.

Let me tell you a story...

I had a garden once,

I grew my body from where my blood had fallen but all the heads, arms, legs and torsos kept getting mixed with one another and it was always a pain to sow them together with the needle of my eye and the thread of my marrow. I continued sowing until I dropped my needle and thread into the blood that had been pooling up to my ankles scummed up with clots of regret and I lost them in the multidimensional muck.

Let me tell you a story...

I painted a picture once,

I made my canvas from the silk of my webbing and the easel from my bones. My paint was the coagulated blood and the ripe pieces of flesh that I had piled up and I painted. But the painting just didn't look right so I painted more furiously until I threw the chunks of material at the center of my work and it formed a brownish ball.

And it fell into the abyss till it rested into the sea the stars and became the earth.

Let me tell you a story...

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[Demitri Dioce]

Let me tell you a story...

I felt a feeling once, a feeling that I didn't know could be real...

I let this feeling take me to new wonders, But also new fears;

The fear of leaving some one who loves you, The fear of rejection, The fear that the one you thought you loved would always be there...

These fears became truth and truth brought out the lies.

And the lies became the very rope around my neck that's killing my very soul.

Now do not worry friends, for while our time was short...

It was the best and worst of my lives.

As some say they knew me I cannot say their words hold true. For although we say we know one another, but we truly don't until we die.

I may not be here by the next sun rise, but please remember friends, only parts of our souls can truly die...

And the parts that are killing me will heal in another time, but I do not know how long this will take or how far to what end...