Anavia L. C.

There’s more things in heaven and earth than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
Judge me when you can, if you can – I’m not your ordinary girl. I’m not defined by anything, your words have no effect if you try to conclude me down and fit me into one of your neat, tiny boxes of simplistic nature. I don’t belong anywhere, nothing fits me, and I to them. I’m the abstract perfection, ugly perfection. You don’t know me. I don’t know you. Let’s try to find out what we’re all about in this crazy dance for a tango takes two.
I am your rise and the fall of the Roman Empire. I’m the inventor and the invention. The disaster calls to me and the salvation is begging for me. Tell me a hero, I’ll find the sinner. Look for the devil, I’ll show you the angel. I’m both and everything at once. I love the opposites when they’re brought together – makes sense that I’m what I find fascination in.
I’m not someone that belongs to the darkness or of the light. I believe no evil and not even of purity. I like being in the middle, the gray, at the boundary. You can tell me your story, your little perspectives, I won’t turn you away, I’ll listen with curiosity and mull it over and then put it away in storage.
But deem me what I am not to be, reduce me to nothing, push me so far away that I’m sick of looking away, then I’m not Lucifer, I’d be something more. So don’t defy me and I will do the same. What goes around comes around. This isn’t a war, I don’t want to conquer.
I’m Brenda, Ana to those who knows me. No conceited purposes here, no lustful vanity, just simplicity of the struggling soul.
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