cleanse.Dear, dark waves Wash away the memory.Cleanse. Never remember. Sink to the floorAnd slowly die. Fill my lungs with water.Holy Water. Cast away the shadows. Dear, dark waves.Wash away the memory. Cleanse.
fantasy. _My college essayI reject your reality and substitute it for my own." – Adam Savage.One might write of tragedies that they had to live through or heartache that they suffered. Some might even speak of all the wonderful things in their lives that another's existence might pale to when compared. Others could speak of how horrible their life was and how quickly they wished to end it. All I wish to write of is fantasy.There was a child born to parents too young and unprepared to care for her. Her mother was an artist with secrets and her father was a not-so-grown adult barely finishing his schooling that he had neglected. Things were rocky for the couple for two years before it became too much for the woman—she was just barely eighteen by then—so she left the child in a basket upon the doorstep of the father. A letter written on a scrap of paper explained her reasons; she was a powerful witch with the forces of evil shadowin