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And I could take you out again, pluck you up with agile fingers- ones that know their craft- ones that never feel a need to hesitate or tremble. Perfect fingers comprised of words alone, built with layers of understanding and strengthened by ignorance. In these fingers- in these hands- you will feel safe and I shall feel strong, and I shall lift you up and out of the storm I have created, and lay you down in a stuffy, velvet-curtained room, before a fire that crackles to itself in satisfaction.
The overstuffed comforts of this room, I will fill with people, faces so genuine, so honest and lost, that you will swear you knew them once, long ago, and I have only worked some spell with memory. You will see them sit and watch you, all except the fat man standing by the grandfather clock, who instead is reading a small red book over the top of a pair of glittering spectacles. You know- because I have told you- that it is a love story- a tragic romance- a gritty and beautiful tale spun from a golden fleece. A story that will never leave your bones.
But when you take the book, and try to read a page- you find it makes no sense- it is nothing, only wonderfully formed words entwined around each other- entwined to form intricate sentences- paragraphs and paragraphs of labyrinth pictures that go nowhere- that are nothing more than what I tell them to be, for though I am the master of illusion, I cannot write a story. False walls are false walls and false faces pretend to see but cannot because time moves too fast for them and they are only now realizing that I have lied to them all this time- that I told them they could be more than what they are-
They are only what I see- only the places I go, the people I saw. They are nothing once they leave my head, once they hit the page they shrivel and die- they curl in on themselves like dry leaves- and the only way I can make they feel alive is to fill them with false fire and idle fancies- and present them to you- my glorious descriptions on a silver page, ready to take wing and curl around your mind- but do not scratch too much at the paint and the gilding- do not question why you are now walking along golden sand when a moment before you were screaming at the edge of a cliff- do not dig too deeply- for the moment you do my facade will crumble and you shall see my vanity for what it really is.