Sweet little Rain, sometimes I wonder: what happens in the living room while I sleep? Does stillness reign in shadows? Do your eyes see?
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Hi everyone, I hope you're doing well!
I finally got a wig for my ball jointed doll Rain!! I had been looking for one for a long time, and finally got it thanks to a seller I know.
The wig is made of real, braided hair. It is quite long, and comes with two red bows. All I need to do now is make sure it fits her well (it sits a bit loose on the head) and she'll be ready to go. Well, that's figuratively speaking of course; the girl is staying with me!
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"For she visited you in dreams
Her pale moon face shining bright
And chased away your fears
In the deepest of the night."
JPT
Wish you a great weekend, and see you soon!
Rain, my little ghost girl, has a thing with poetry. Same for song lyrics and wise words.
The girl is very spiritual, you see.. Every time I find something that I'm sure she will like, or write some stuff of my own, I share it with her. And you know what happens next? She comes alive! And then I see her face, her fair, pale skin, her dark hair, and those intense, blue eyes that seem to come from far, far away. Then I notice a soft smile on her luscious lips, and a twinkle in her eyes. I think she feeds on dreams. Like most of us, she needs them to exist.
This time around I presented her with the lyrics of a song by the German 'metal' band Lunar Aurora, a sample of which is quoted here below. The song is titled "The Unknown Dead", and its lyrics are more like a poem, than song lyrics. Also, what's interesting about it, is that the music almost completely obscures the singer's voice, so it's very hard to understand what he's saying. It feels as if the words are buried just underneath the music, mixed with the earth and roots of the trees, like in a shallow grave..
"Es werde Nacht.... und es werde Finsternis." ("Night came, and Darkness came.")
"From bloodstained stargates to hellish forges
And sky-clad summits to the eeriest gorges.
But now depart for my road goes yonder,
That's all for now, folks. Thanks for visiting, keep safe, and see you next time!
