undeniable is the fact that existence is a matter of whom believes. Myth or legend most all things fantastic can be explained one way or another with enough knowledge. Fear is begat from the lack of knowledge and when we don't know what's going on we tend to fill in the blanks. Unfortunately not one of us is a god so when the blanks are filled they are filled with the regret and loathing from the mind that wanders alone. This is how I came to be. This is how my kind came to be and now...I fight to rewrite my history and my forefathers' history.
So why do I keep coming back to the past? Because those that do not learn from the past are deemed to relive it time and again. I have seen this and accept it as a fact in my world. I have three marriages, seven lost children and one viable offspring that have proven that last statement. I am unique but no more so than you as each of us has our own tale. I just make it a point to be informed on my tale as thoroughly as I am capable. So you wonder if I fill in the blanks? Well I do. But I try to fill them in logically and leave out, and if not explain the myths whenever necessary. If I can't explain it then I will make a tribute of the lack of knowledge and find peculiar "funnies" on the subject to pun out the points (yes I said that right!). I am who I am and whether those that wish to remain ignorant want to believe it or not I cannot change my DNA. I cannot change my genes anymore than you can change yours. I am Wamphyrii and all that entails.
People think I make things up, and for the most part when I write a story it is made up, but for the truths it holds most all I write is from my own mind and wishes, as well as my own stark reality. It has always been this way. Every writer makes stuff up or stretches the truth and imagination. I am just capable of writing artistically so the reader can understand the plight of the hero or heroine or chump as it were. Each time I tell a tall tale of a deed done it was my own blood pouring into it. It is the stuff of legends of old, really, as old storytellers would gather by a fire to share the rifts of the past. We will seep ourselves into what we are and what we speak. Tonight I write for me.
I'm not trying to be selfish and it is okay for you to read or comment on such, but I need to get things clean off of my person. I am not what people would call unhappy. I am merely without a happy place to go to. I do not live with the delusion that a happy place exists and find most things in life an analytical prospect from the get go. My anger is out in the open and not bottled up like a keg ready to blow. I am not a person who exists in the real world and neither do my ways and ideals as well. I am the stuff that makes people stay awake at night either dreaming of my world or fearful of what they think I am based upon the lies they have told one another through the ages. The truth is, I am tired of being a symbol of non existence to them. I am very worn out trying to right the wrongs. But I keep trying in the hopes that my Lobo and others like her and myself can not be perceived as "unbelievable" and myth. I want people to stop looking upon us as the "Pluto" of our microcosmic solar system, the planet that wasn't. I wonder how each and every one of you would feel if you were told you weren't entirely human and that every thing you have felt since the day you were born is not only validated but valid, and that the people who kept you down and blamed you for being different as if they felt you were working towards the goal, a life of shame and shunning, were wrong, dead wrong. Think on it...~mobe's love to her all and her all to her loves.
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