"What is your personality made of? Do you think it's memories? Perhaps you are the way your mother held you and hummed lullabies until she had made sure you were already dreaming, or, on the contrary, the way she didn't. Perhaps you're made of giggles with friends, of conversations and songs. Perhaps most of the words that come out of your mouth aren't yours. Perhaps you are, also, all those thoug... » Continue Reading
I remember her hands, right next to my own, both our shadows merging into a single one, lingering on the well illuminated floor of that familiar church. The mistress was right in front of us, holding a beautiful dagger that reflected the rays of moonlight before our eyes. She was lecturing us. Lilianne was quiet, looking in her direction with a subtly absent gaze. She wasn't paying attention, star... » Continue Reading
god, i fear my heart is made of teeth, i fear it can do nothing but devour. i'm afraid i'll make a feast out of your heart and your tears will be my wine. because, after all, we're meat before we are people. i am hungry. my fingertips are led by a monster from the past, my voice is just a shadow of someone else's throwing blades and screaming words that are not mine. because, after all, » Continue Reading