Go to bed, the priests are dead.

[Tak-Jak]

Lily,

I'm tired of words; that desperate attempt to fill the silences.

I no longer want to deal out metaphors and allusions.
I want broad strokes and white space.
I no longer desire to describe what has already been created.
I want to fill the space, not the silence.
Words have become empty to me; everything is foreign.
I want to face the womb, not the mind.
Speak from the void, not the tongue.
Breathe in colour, not script.
But most of all, I want the burning to spread, cover, everything;
instead of turning to ash.

Lily, don't tell me anything.
Show me.  

[KirbyVictorious]

I loved this so much. It was beautiful adn simple and clean, and I could relate. Excellent job.  

[Serenity Reed]

Wow... that's beautiful.  

[d e s d e m o n o]

Oh, the irony of this.  

[Tak-Jak]

biggrin  

[BlackHawkGS]

... but how did the priests die!? CLIFFHANGER!  

[Tak-Jak]

Oh Hawk... -shakes head-  

[KirbyVictorious]

Another uber-deep work of art wasted on our favorite cookie addict ^^

Alles gut.  

[Voxxx]

Mm, this sounded vaguely sexual. But I never did get you, plus I just spent the night texting Mr. I-can-make-a-dirty-reference-out-of-anything, so ... yeah.

Pretty words.  

[Tak-Jak]

Aren't I one to have sexual undertones in everything I write.

Good of you to catch on Voxxx. biggrin