It isn't that angels bother me. I'm not insulted when I'm called an angel. I even have a deep rooted fascination with them. Master Clow had so many books with angels and demons in them, ever fighting for their own end.. I use to read them over probably a hundred times when I was a child. I would sit out in the garden.. there was a large cherry tree that was in constant bloom with an angel statue underneath. I'd sit between it's wings on it's back and read there. until I grew too much to fit. Perhaps my fascination with angels is only because of my resemblance. It's only skin deep I'm afraid. I had a dream once.. recently, about the battle between the angels and the demons. It was more of a nightmare because I was on the wrong side. I was a demon.
The handsome green devil · Fri Apr 10, 2009 @ 12:42am · 0 Comments |