Imagine a being so warped and twisted, something so strange and special, so different to anything we know or consider. A being that adapts to its climate. It’s me.1
I twist myself to suit my surroundings. Perceptions, ideas, consideration. All things change. Call it a mask, like most people do, but I prefer to think of it like clay. Every person carves a different face, a different me, and built together, those faces reflect a thousand images of how a human can be. Alone, it’s difficult. Like a boggart, nobody truly knows who I am when I’m alone. I think even I cannot safely say I know myself. I’m pure raw emotion when alone, and my emotions are ruled by experience, by time, and by knowledge. I am never truly alone. Inside my head, every word I see important; every memory of pain and joy; and the creations of others, their characters and personas; they all live out their own private worlds, their battles, their stories and my comfort.2
Yes, in truth, there’s only one time alone, and that’s when real pain, like fire, cuts into my skin. Aside from that, they hover beside me, smiling, crying, living and breathing. Lately, I haven’t given them voices. My mind would have me believe they’re just fictional childhood friends, dragged too far as a remnant to cling to, but they’re more. They are echoes of me, ghosts of friends, of past, given shape by words and pictures.3
Far more than this, are real people. Aren’t they beautiful? I could sit and watch people forever. Curious, how easy it is to mingle with them. It takes simple steps to slow your heart rate, edge colour into clear eyes, and shorten long, web-like fingers. So easy to blend… easy to even fool myself into the laughable idea. Imagine, just for one second. Me, a human!
I twist myself to suit my surroundings. Perceptions, ideas, consideration. All things change. Call it a mask, like most people do, but I prefer to think of it like clay. Every person carves a different face, a different me, and built together, those faces reflect a thousand images of how a human can be. Alone, it’s difficult. Like a boggart, nobody truly knows who I am when I’m alone. I think even I cannot safely say I know myself. I’m pure raw emotion when alone, and my emotions are ruled by experience, by time, and by knowledge. I am never truly alone. Inside my head, every word I see important; every memory of pain and joy; and the creations of others, their characters and personas; they all live out their own private worlds, their battles, their stories and my comfort.2
Yes, in truth, there’s only one time alone, and that’s when real pain, like fire, cuts into my skin. Aside from that, they hover beside me, smiling, crying, living and breathing. Lately, I haven’t given them voices. My mind would have me believe they’re just fictional childhood friends, dragged too far as a remnant to cling to, but they’re more. They are echoes of me, ghosts of friends, of past, given shape by words and pictures.3
Far more than this, are real people. Aren’t they beautiful? I could sit and watch people forever. Curious, how easy it is to mingle with them. It takes simple steps to slow your heart rate, edge colour into clear eyes, and shorten long, web-like fingers. So easy to blend… easy to even fool myself into the laughable idea. Imagine, just for one second. Me, a human!
Author notes
If you're confused... I don't blame you. Will be developed later
for now, I am exhausted and tired and my head aches and I wanna sleep... just two more hours to stay awake lol.
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This was writen very well Pretty good detail and an interesting write all and all...But it seems like you are kind of pondering the meaning of lif here, and that, my friend, will never be expressed Good write


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Hahaha good point
I was kind of bored when I wrote it. Thanks ^^
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I don't think it is confusing, it makes sense. and it's a interesting view on personalites or what you shall call it. Anyways, i loved it, and i think i know what you mean with most things here
great work hun
i would love to see you update it.


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^^ awwww
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Yep, it definately is weird. Very good images portrayed, although the boggart referance was a bit strange. I liked this piece.


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A boggart is a shape-shifter... that's why I used that reference. Thanks anyway.
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very cool concept but very confusing as to whats happing but i still like it. its very odd lol keep writing man.
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Thanks ^^ glad you liked it
and yeah, it is a bit odd lol
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awe dippy I hate you so much!!!!! just kidding I love you ^_^ i like this piece a lot dippy bruda ^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^^_^ make it into something magical and pure awesomeness!!! *wink wink*
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Awwwww, thanksies snow ^^
I'll do my best
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strange...but very cool...you must write more...i'm left wondering why such a powerful creature would want to be a lowly human...great job with this and keep it up!
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Thanks so much
It's good to know so many people like my writing now I'm getting it back together again. I certainly hope to continue this soon! Thanks again
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Hehe yes, it is weird,. but it is also very artistic in a way, and beuatifully written! Love it!!! and I little confused oh well. lol. I still get it.


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Heeh, thanksies
you is awesome, and I is confused by it too
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this is pretty nice for a beginning.
Let me know when you get more to it? You're right, it's a bit weird, but other than that, not bad.
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Thanks so much
glad you like it, and I'll send you a message when I put more ^^. Thanks
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