Vicious Mechanisms

I fall in love, I fall out of love. It's a terrible cycle that moves like clockwork. I forgot why I loved and so my love faded. Then, when I've nearly completely left my emotions, I look back and rediscover it all over again. I need grunge, I need it victorian. I need torn stockings and never ending violins. But can I love again? Can I refind the path I tried to burry? I placed inspiration in the wrong people, and they disappointed me. I lost the magic I sought. Can a few candles and a tattered note book bring it all back to me? I hope so, because I will be seeking their guidance back in to my world of macabre Anachronisms. Let the rain wash away the dirt I tried to burry my love under. Let me come upon it and take it from from the womb of the earth and let it smell of herbs and lost passion.

I hope others might share in this delicate love for stiff, stained lace, soiled silver ware, and broken dolls. Every little thing holds magic of its own. <3