I look into the blackness of the gulf that separates you from me. My abyss. Your entertainment. My life. My loss. My tragedy. My pleasure. My joy. My indescribable love and unfathomable hate.
I pull threads, out, out, out of me and mine, and tie knots for you to see and applaud and I bask in the unrelenting light of adulation, that the mutations of my privacy give to me.
My twisted knots are my joy and my pain. To see them pulls you into a world of extremes lost to you - into betrayal and misery that you'd rather not have, but want in a story anyway. My twisted tales and futile ramblings are yours. Enjoy them. I know I do.
