“I’m just a wanderer”
I play with them… and then break them and throw them away… or build them back up only to brake them again..
They’re fragile… they’re brittle and mouldable like playdoh or some kind of clay
My presence so randomly inserted into their lives like the mystical fey frolicking in and out as i please
“any good i can do or any kindness i can show “
They can never seem to resist it, i somehow charm my way into their innocent hearts, and from there the spiral begins, tainted… driven by Desires that are not their own
“let me not hesitate nor defer it“
Can they not escape it? the shadow ive left, does it break them inside when the dream disappears, like a leaf blowing in the wind
To me its like a dream, just a character in my story
“for i shall not pass this way again”
“its not you its me…. “don’t look for me its over! “there is no reason” “its just time to move on” “I don’t hate you thou?” “you know ill always be on your side :)” “forget me cmon itll be easy :D” “im sorry…”
sorrysorrysorry!
not again…
But kids grow attached to their toys don’t they?
They cry when they brake them, try to fix them because they’ve grown to love them
Its better to be a sentence in the story then a paragraph
Do you feel lonely?…
To receive and to inflict pain is both despair and joy an oddity of nature this creature i am
“Don’t be sad that its over..
Be happy that it happened”
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