The Wind was Deafening
May 3rd 2008 05:14
Greetings. My name is Lola Tahlulah and I am a writer, a lover, and a builder of walls. The walls that I build are not of brick or stone, but of stories and words. I build these walls to shelter myself from those outside of myself.
I am deep inside the dungeon of my own making, and my escape is not into the world of the living. Not into the realm of flesh and blood. My escape happens now as I share the words and stories with anyone who will read them. They are not always eloquent, and not usually profound...but they are my words, and your invitation to read them is the key to my liberation.
I don't ask that you love the words. I merely pray that you believe them, as every story I tell is true, every being I invoke exists, and all that I say is true.
The wind was deafening as I began to write, and now it is quiet, heavy, and still.
I am deep inside the dungeon of my own making, and my escape is not into the world of the living. Not into the realm of flesh and blood. My escape happens now as I share the words and stories with anyone who will read them. They are not always eloquent, and not usually profound...but they are my words, and your invitation to read them is the key to my liberation.
I don't ask that you love the words. I merely pray that you believe them, as every story I tell is true, every being I invoke exists, and all that I say is true.
The wind was deafening as I began to write, and now it is quiet, heavy, and still.
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