The First Night - Luna

2010-07-28T02:03:00.000-07:00

The first night I saw Luna. I wrote this the morning after.

Her complexion was perfect, her skin pale as snow. Cold as night, her breath crawled through the air and burnt my skin. Her eyes - blinded by hell - were now black. Her touch chilled me to the bone. Carved out of marble, she was as beautiful as she led you to believe. A fallen angel she was, a demon who walked our earth. Dragged from hell. The scars that covered her arms were noticeably beautiful. Intricate designs, angelic patterns not of this lifetime branded forever permanent on her skin. The most noticeable was a thick unhealed mark that cut through her face and mouth from ear to ear.

“My name is Luna”, she whispered. The cold mist from her voice crawled in-between us and ended in beautiful designs of swirls that transformed into snowflakes as they drifted to the floor. “It is of my pleasure to meet you”, she lifted my hand with hers, suddenly making my skin burn with the deathly chill that haunted her being, and pressed her lips to my wrist. I gasped. I felt the warmth of her misshapen scar that divided her icy skin. She tilted her head with confusion and tears filled her eyes. Tears of scarlet red fell, I watched as she collapsed to the floor and cried. But not one red tear touched the beige carpet lining my room. Hours passed, and I could not float into sleep as the pain and suffering swirled around the room. I felt her pain.

Pure Creation

2010-07-27T14:33:00.000-07:00

How do you describe a descriptive sentence that describes itself in the sentence that it says? Life of a Schizophrenic. I have a extraordinarily strange type of what I think is schizophrenia. I have an unbelievably good imagination, so therefore I have strangely beautiful and sometimes horrific hallucinations. I would like to describe to you a little something about my blog. I am not technically writing it. I'm being told what to write and how to write it by – to me – a very real, Luna. My dreams are confused, blurred into the memories in which I am awake. In this blog I am going to post a private journal from some past events, things that are on my mind and things that are happening. I feel I want to share with the world what I can see, because I feel my 'gift' is beautiful. It defines who I am. The only reason why I know what I see isn't real is because its the type of stuff people only imagine. The type of thing you see in films, I see every day. I feel my life is a never ending dream.

My life is pure creation.