Writing this early so because I'm going to be busy this next week.
Hope that you enjoy!
And no, the photos do not depict the following prose, in fact, just thought the photo was sweet and funny.
John (Brodrick) was exceptionally kind with his time and energy for the photo shoot.
I recieve a considerable amount of e mails requesting the sub text, etc.
What I'd like to remark to you is this: amongst my close friends I wouldn't reveal anything detremental to their well being.
Nor would I reveal too much of my personal life, although you'd find if you met me that I'm not far removed from my character in the novels, aside of the super werewolf abilities...
(Laughing)
Hmmm that might be something to reach for though...
So, no, this is not for you to read and think harshly of anyone.
Had a dream, wrote it down.
I placed this photo here because I wanted you to gather a glimpse, a candid one, of the photo shoot.
It was a blast!
Saws
In this existance
We're falling down
Drowning from the noise just beyond
our capture
You cannot possibly hold onto me
with promises broken
lies emergence
Your name is not yours alone
one that should have not been taken
not from me
You either are
in this existance
or you aren't
This is my dispute
my tell to pull
rip
tear from your eyes
shatter your views
I hold the mirror up to what flashes
before my eyes
Second glance to you afforded
Until then
until I finally saw the true
not my truth
nor his
I simply saw true
bore its witness
when his smile
that man,
that one in a million
humans' smile
took me back, with remarked surprise
We fell down
onto the pavement
in laughter
in recognition
the moment bringing the floor from up beneath us
We faultered
didn't remain on our backs however
our hands clasped
the fear dissipated
we forged ahead
by your lead
I saw the flash of sadness
in the past
within his green eyes
he had no way of knowing
that we always reclaim
what has been lost to us
Your well wasn't deep
the walls unsteady
to maintain
rushing waters
that only longed for freedom within
the perimeters
of natural beauty
rugged and knowing
Divine discomfort
for we three
when there can only be one with one
At your insistance
your name
was in fact his path
all along
To own desire for the all that is is he
without the mans foundation
you simply hold no substance
with no true comprehension
you fell
down
to your knees
in utter regret
For the first
the remembrance amongst your circle
arrives much to late
Beauty radiates
not always where we would expect
as I myself found
discovered
when his name revealed itself
That you were not the truth
in the manner
in which you had presented yourself
In this existance
he steals what would be yours
and so we all shall fall
to varying degrees...
Yet still my hand extends
if not to help a friend
though he looms over
pulling me away
not desiring us all
to fall
completely
In this existance...
From my hand to yours,
Sawyer
Saint Andrews
