Ahhh, Halloween. A joyful occasion for many. Children roam the streets in such of the penultimate sugur rush. Adults blithly dole out sweets, their generosity paid in full by the gaped smiles of the visiting children. Even connosieurs enjoy the unofficial holiday as droves of people purchase vast quantitys of tooth-decaying gelationous masses. However... Halloween is the one time in the year where anyone can roam the darkened streets in a mask. A hidden face, indistingishable from the rest. Not even their closest confederates would know who it was behind the shield of obscurity. Most are merely benign merry-goers, content to conform in order to partake in the revelry. Some abuse the privlige, using the fleeting anonyminity in order to do nefarious deeds. Finally, there are those who wear a mask, not of plastic or paper machie, but a mask of shame. It is not worn to be accepted, or as a disguise, but as a way to hide themselves from the demeaning gaze of others. On the internet, every day is halloween. I have my doubts as to whether you remember me. I like to think I'm the kind of guy who sticks around in peoples heads for a while, but in this rare case it would almost be for the best if I was nothing but a nagging memory to you; a mental itch that you can feel but can't scratch or, in laymans terms, a person you feel you know but can't remember the things that they did. But then, I also have to be realistic. Why would you care about one lost soul when you can surrond yourself with a hundred more, all more willing to give support then the last? There was no loss to you by leaving me behind: I was dead weight, a stake in the ground when you wanted to fly. I thought that I was protecting you, that if I let you get too high your icarus wings would burn, but now I realize you were destined for the stars. I remained where I was, firmly placed in the grounded realm of supposed logic, confident that in the end that you would come back. But I was wrong. You never did, and as the days turned to weeks, weeks to months, and months to years, I stopped expecting you to come to me, but rather prayed to the heavens that you now resided in that one day I could rise above this land and join you. So many times have I tried and failed, always pausing on the tiny send button, ever fearful of the final rebuke that would shatter what pitiful dreams I had of a bittersweet reunion. Even now I second guess myself, but today I have sworn to do what must be done to bring myself, and possibly you, some closure. I hope that you can find it in your heart to forgive me and pull me from my middle ground between your celestial perch and the black hole that threatens to engulf my form, or to at least push me away into the inky blackness so that I can end this meaningless charade. ... Ah, strange is it not, how the broken heart is so capable of weaving a pseudo-poem together with the most delicate of threads yet cannot bring itself back together. Before you were my inspiration, Ash, now you are my muse (And, as a trademark sidenote, allow me to assure you that, due to the fact that text unfortunetly doesn't convey emotions, I mean that in the least creepy way possible. I word it that way because even I think it's a little weird, and, truthfully, I can't even fathom your reaction to it). So, will you let a past aquaintence, who would like to think he's your friend, return to your inner circle of confidents, or is there no room in your future for the past? ... This song... It resonates with me, both as an avid listener and as someone who can relate to it. If you mind is made up I doubt it will change your decision, but I believe it is something worth listening to in either case... - [link] Heh, remember when I use to link all that stuff? This reminds me of that, just as saying that reminds me of it reminds me of my most common opening sentence on your art. Oh, and so that I'm not completely off-topic, it's nice to see that you still hold onto your old art styles... I can only hope grudges aren't the same, heh...
I think I know who you are.. are you by chance lightsideluc? I remember we had a sort of fall out in the past.. If your asking to be my friend again, It could be possible in time. Sometimes Friends move on because of interest change or even personality change, its hard to keep a friendship alive if you can't hold much of a conversation with them.
I hold no grudge on you, if your still blocked from my new page I will unblock you, we will see if the spark of friendship is still there, but it has to be earned over again..
Hit the nail on the head, we did. Yeah, we did. Personally, I always thought of it as more of a misunderstanding... You never really gave me much of a chance to explain what I meant... However, as much as I like to think I'm infallible, it's nice to see that I was wrong and you and Toby (I think the problem stemmed from you only reaching the criticism and replying then and there rather then finishing the post I made but I digress ).
Also, your writing is greatly improved. Finally took your dyslexia into the backyard and put it out of its misery, eh?
On my new page, you will find I have done allot of growing up to improve my self. I now take Critiques as a way to improve my self, and not think of it as someone is just putting me down. After all criticism is a part of being a artist.
I can't quite remember what you said, but I think I remember Rin aka Toby, Not like it.
Yes, I am trying to overcome my dyslexia the best I can, I still have some spelling problems... but try to spell check.
Yeah, I can see that. I think I asked it to be just between us but I can see why you would show it to him. There was a bit of jealousy in my message, but, I've wanted to say this for a while now, I was mostly just worried about you.