A Painters Diary

[Lacrimosa]

I prayed IT would not return so soon, and yet.

They came back, that strange entity.

It calls itself an Archivist, and yet it feels like a Nightmare.

I dream of it, more than I dream of HER and it makes me sad, and angry.

When will I be able to see her again? She did not let me gaze at her face.

Yet this thing, invades my thoughts.

Dreamscape. Is she in that place as well?

My muse. . . .

I spend my nights studying medicine, and alchemy and hope that she will come when exhaustion takes it's toll.

I have realized now she has a name.

I did not hear it before, but I overhear it in whispers.

I hear it in song.

EOS