Your pain is the breaking of the shell that encloses your understanding* The person who began writing here, barely exists anymore. But she sends her love... all of you: mortals, imortals, Dragons, pixies, darker children, princesses, ragdolls, wolves, elves, gnomes, wizards and people make up the most beautiful part of her fragmented world.

Life is for living, Love is for giving
Pain is for sharing and friends are for caring
Blood spills on my wrists Hurt swims in my eyes
And the bruises grow purple On the out and inside,
But even in pain I find my release In the fragments of dreams and the bent memories
Of Dragons and Chocolate And shadow parades
Butterscotch sundaes and steep silver blades
And no one will know why I catch moths in flight Or gaze at the stars on a moonless night
Or why I draw Phoenixes blazing the sky
And why I count scar marks that line up my thigh
But all those are pieces that make up my soul
They hold me together they’re what makes me whole
I lick blood off my hands And draw dragons in class
I breathe in stale air And live through thick glass
But I know it will clear Though the world seems opaque
I know I’ll stand tall Though inside I quake
But if it’s too harsh Then I’ll take peace with pain
In dragons and blades and moths in flame

love ~Opaque~... always the moth burning in your flame