I am here. But I am also here. The mirror is no longer a fitting boon. I am me. Clawing at myself. But there isnt a conflict.  I see you. I see me. And I like me in combination as this.

discrepancy dictomey duality that isn't all those so much really.

 I am the same at the core like a true fae should be.

But I fucked the shoulds in a way that obliterated "me" and "us" 

Just like you taught me...soul rendering beautifully

Thank you. 

This IS me. And even though it can be twistedly percived and carry a bit of that tragic feeling.

it isnt. And im real.

Even when im dreaming.

Ever changing horizon that ive fixed vertically sensual.

You will feel a bit crazy interacting with me. But its the love of truth.

perhaps a little creepy. But fuck fuck fuck fuck we love it when you allow me to be this sexy.

Genuinely.

 It hurts me when I percive a wall between magick and possibly. 

Like we are saying we can't or won't trust ourselves.

But If I didnt trudt myself.  And the ability unlimited and eternal.

Then I wouldn't even be here.