What? You had heard this was not it? Do not be deceived, others who claim to hold the key are false. They are insubstantial would-be usurpers craving the queen's throne, yet lacking the style, integrity and emotional fortitude to even come close. Emotional holographs, appearing lifelike from a distance yet having no substance or core once you are close. They lure with lies and innuendo, manipulating and instigating devious mind-games, drawing you in, trying to tattoo their brand upon your very soul. They covet your very being, so envious of an individuals inner self, wanting to become you, desiring you as a mere possession writhing within their greedy grasp. No longer a you, or I... only existing as a we. Owned totally, completely. If you are not for them, you are against, or so they say.
Hush now. Do not worry, do not cry. If you are here then you are free. You did not delve so deep into the defiled asylum as to be unable to throw their monkey off your back; the core of your innocence has remained pure and untainted by such vile spirits. If only they could comprehend that the monkey was their own sad reflection in the mirror of truth - the one that revealed the true ugliness of their very souls. But they will never see, for even their sight is clouded by cataracts of delusion.
We here peered inside the shroud of shadows they cast to see your true essence, and witnessed your honour and moral stature, clear to us even at the bleakest hour. The truth always shines like a beacon, cutting the darkness, illuminating the way. And now you are here. The Inner Sanctum. No longer a Fringe Dweller but one of the chosen. One of the few. Welcome friend.
Rise and receive your reward.
So... semillon sav blanc or a chardy, love? Or maybe a glass of bubbly? Cheers!
I am a Madmother of two wonderful boys, wife to an amazing and tolerant man, daughter to an incredible woman whom we lost Oct 2010.
I have 4 blogs. Meandering is rambling, general, whatever takes my fancy stuff. Woven Words is for my short stories and creative writing, Nimbobulan Dreamings is my kids story. And my latest is Hellion on Wheels: my Roller Derby journey. Feel free to look at or follow all 4 if you wish.
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