I am missing the days photos were taking during Nuclear Seasons and words were written in Innocence Divine.
I miss the days when waking up meant cyber-peeping into people lives through way of art.
I miss the days when DA was more than just a shoutbox and more than a place to tweet your bullshit.
Everyday isn't write a little ditty day.
Not every picture you take is upload worthy.

Take heed, dear friends, the days of unknown deviant greatness is over.

Welcome Deviantspace/Book/fuckingtwitter.

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Love it.

Anyone wanna play around with this?...

There are times when I shatter.
My pieces become so much less
than the whole of me.
Shards fly away like paper planes
and paper hearts.
Left over sighs and teary eyes.
Fallen angel's wings
left for the damned.

- they are left for me -

And you pick me up
one sliver of flesh at a time.
You piece me back together.
Every time missing something
else.
Every time missing someone
else.

A memory or a feeling
lost.
One side of my crooked smile
gone.
And you find a way to keep me.
You always find a way to keep me
together.

Whispering a tiny piece of yourself.
Stitching up my doe eyes.
Kisses that complete a quiet mouth.
Finger tips on fingertips.
- lingering -
Fixing me.
Keeping me.
Locking my missing pieces
into your heart.

Thanks to everyone.

My Mum passed away today.