Ode to The Blue Rose


I love the glee the Blue Rose brings

I love the ideas the Blue Rose gives me

Happy and bright and lovely and kind

The Blue Rose brings me light

My Heart is an Angel

With wings of feathers

Sometimes white, sometimes black

With streaks of pure grief

Eternal underlying grief is my curse

But I let it give me life and I let it grow me

And I spread my wings to whisper and say

“I am here, I am here, I am here.”

Reality Dream




Yuelia, Laura, everyone….




Every life imaginable. Get it done.




Switching from bow, to longsword, to wand, and then back to bow




Knowing what’s to come before it actually happens…..


If so many of the things I see are dreams…..

What’s reality?


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