epilogue

"Your shadow stretches long on the walls. I will put some more wood on the fire."
"Here. Wear my words to keep you warm, wear them to hide your thoughts."
"I have been running away and found no peace. I found you, the key to the door, or the door itself. Let me in."
"There is a morbid light sweeping the porch tonight. The searchlights caught the corner of my cloak."
"Yes. They are looking for you. Three thousand days and three thousand nights were woven into that cloak, trickery and pain not spared."
"Trickery I fall not for, pain I do not feel. I am still behind the door."
"Let me in. Please."
"You have waited for so painfully long to no avail."
"My supper is cold. Will you return?"
"No."

stitchy - oldie

::just moving some old artwork here::

...what it says on the tin.

latest

I'm not sure what could be the right title for this latest one. the scribble bit was written half asleep, was actually a surprise wake finding it in my notebook the next morning (I'm aware of the unholy grammar and such, tried to keep as close to the original as possible while making it somewhat coherent) the artwork itself was just coming together with no set direction while listening to nine inch nails' ghosts. suggestions welcome.