I am a Witch: divining with the flip of a card or the flash of memories; to be or long forgot, weaving spells and energy in the shadows. I am a consciousness: wrapped in a gown of darkness while I dance under the moonlight to the chilling tune of the wind. I am a Raven: cawing against those who threaten my well-being and feasting upon what ripe fruits I find, be they fruits or flesh of thing that once was. I use my cleverness, my wit against my foes but for my fellows it is that we might cackle and snicker. I am the dreamer, safely tucked away so that she may fall into fantasies of the past, of the present, of the future. I am the frills on a dress, I am the tight leather bind. I am the cipher concealing this and that, the painter who paints over her own creations, the writer that withholds and foreshadows. I am the poem missing it's final verse--
And these are all aspects of me, even if I've wrapped them in more interesting decoration. If you don't mind my clumsy "art" and feel you can make sense of it, kudos and perhaps we can talk.
Anyway, my major interest is making friends right now, perhaps a friend of *smirks* "premium" benefits as well--should both parties hold in interest.
