you could search the entire earth but you could never find me. i have threads of my soul in every street, under the bridges and above the tallest trees. you'll hear me sing in the deepest caves and scream in the most troubled skies. in case you couldn't already tell, i have a voice that would make the sirens rush the other way, out of fear i might steal all their victims. it would take you centuries to complete the puzzle, and even when you'd think you have it all figured out, you'll realize how many pieces are still missing. as your world comes crashing down on you, you'll envision one of my many ghosts, that you once adored. however, ghosts are nothing but broken fractions of a memory, and i'm not a memory. you'll find remains of me swimming in your darkest thoughts - the ones you hide from everyone else, including yourself. i wake up at night and watch. i watch and learn, and you give me full permission. not that you ever truly had a choice, anyway. and you love it, you love me. you love how no matter how much you dig into my eyes, you'll never really see the full picture. how a painting is never again a simple painting after i had stared at it for more than a minute. how a song never really stays a random song after you've heard it in my voice. you'll feel my whispers in cities you've never been to, and wouldn't even dream of ever stepping into. your universe goes as far as the scientists tell you, but mine expands a lot further. don't you dare think i'd let you sneak into my kingdom. you would back away yourself if you were to reach the entrance door, either way. because i am a goddess whose staircase to heaven has been filled with broken pieces of glass delivered straight from hell, an angel who has been manipulated by demons into seeming like one of their kind, a flower who has been suffocated by thorns then blamed for their own downfall. but i am also a goddess who has created her personalized heaven, and an angel who has never forgotten her core, and a flower who has remained admired by many. you spill broken letters and expect them to sound like my melodies, awkwardly moving to rhythms that don't even exist. you'd think it was a man, dressed in all red with a rather unpleasant stare, that would hold you at night and walk you through your nightmares; but on the contrary, that man bows down in front of me.
and you love it.
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