Character's LamentI'm nobody, nothing.Character's Lament by kendermouse
Just a figment, made of writing and pixels, the manipulation of light in the shapes of recognisable letters, and of scrawlings on paper.
I don't exist without you, independent of those who would create me, give me shape, give my thoughts a space on paper, on the screen.
And yet... and yet I still hurt, when you put me down. I still bleed, when you cut into me. I still cry, just like anyone.
You tear me down, put me through hell, telling yourself it's all for the story, but what about that ache in the back of your throat? The tensing of your neck? The fighting back of tears, when you know I'm crying? Are those all fake, too?
I'm not real... and yet, I still love you.
One NightOne Night by kendermouse
One night, he frightened me.
And I ran out into that night, cold and angry and afraid, without jacket or shoes,
And I walked. And I kept walking, down roads I didn't recognise, and had never known, confident that if and/or when I calmed down, I could easily find my way back.
At the end of one street, I encountered his friends in a car.
They saw me, without jacket or shoes, wild, wind-whipped hair, and a crazy look in my red-rimmed eyes, and they gave me worried looks in return, and offered me a ride back, wheedling until I gave in, because they cared, far more than he did, and wanted to see me safe and inside somewhere, before I got hurt, at my own hand, or some other's.
My arms and ears were red from the cold, and my fingers were aching from it. Only a fool such as myself would think to run out into the night without a jacket in thirty degree weather. (That's fahrenheit, for all you weird brits out there in the audience.)
Finally, I relented, and got inside their car.
It wasn't much w
Last Place in Your HeartI want to be as important to you as you are to me.Last Place in Your Heart by kendermouse
Why is that so hard a task?
I want to feel like I'm worth your time, can't you see?
Guess that's just too much to ask.
If I were gone, would you even realise?
You look at me as though I were in the lowest caste.
By now, this pain should be anesthetised...
Yet it still hurts, to always be coming in last.
Current Residence: The darkest part of heaven.|
Favourite genre of music: Loud.
Operating System: That's what makes your computer work, right? o.o
Shell of choice: The one I hide in.
Wallpaper of choice: I prefer to paint my walls...
Skin of choice: Bare~
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