I've spent my life in solo performances. Juggling relationships in a deserted circus. Unbalanced pins and perfect acrylic spheres. Searing torches and rusted knives.
I consider myself as adept.
I've spent years writing. Fantastic tales of the heroic, spread across plains of parchment, like preserves. Blood squeezed from stone hearts to wring out words of lust.
I believe my skills are adequate.
I have yet to practice my pickpocketing.
My first mark snatches my wrist with innocent eyes. She holds me still with a knowing smile of complicit convicts.
I return her grin.
I've much yet to learn, here.
Join me, agile authoress.
We are not so unlike.
11:18 p.m. - 2015-02-24
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