I made you up so I could be what isn’t me, and live a life that is intriguing. My hand holds all control, you are my puppet but strings are not needed for you follow like a shadow. There is beauty in all I create and we have come a long way since the beginning. You I hold closest to my heart and made you the main when you were cast as an extra. An invisible sculpture yet I can see the faces clearly as if I possess glossy pictures from a Kodak. This is my reality, this is my dream, this is myself. There shall always be pain, loss, and suffering but in this manner I find happiness, peace, and accomplishment instead.
December 30, 1997