You've reached new heights, or from her vantage point, arrived at new lows. On a shelf somewhere between deceit and innocence, you sit quietly smiling. Sitting and smiling, you soak in the scene. The protagonist and how she's affected by the actors that appear and disappear. The nature of their effect and the impression they stamp on her ivory skin. Most of them are more than she can bare, but your gaze is fixed and attention won't be stolen elsewhere. Maybe your silence is attributed to the curves of your mind or your ability to write her best ending. Maybe words are not instruments of compassion here and your silence is more reassuring to you. You feel as she doesn't know you exist. You're no actor, you're a shelf-sitter and reassurance is the next part she must play. You've seen the dress rehearsal and you weren't deterred, but your path has been paved.
Strange that a sitter on shelves has any use of a road, especially one as definite is cement. It's something you don't draw attention to, you'd rather draw her. Not "like one of your French girls," but like one for the time being. You arrange your tools and prepare your mind as your silver sharpener catches the stage light. She catches the glimmer and is transfixed on the familiar stranger and lets her memory guide her back to a man with noble actions and humble desires. A man that played a part but now has been outcast. "Hey- Ya!" you exclained as if a striking gold or genius. Your hand paced across the busy sketchbook without looking up. Watching this diligence, she was shook from the past, and focused on what her mind knew of this man, you, in the present. Your gypsy was purpose and you Captivate Galleries and unintentionally, hearts. You wouldn't dream of stretching the truth but you wouldn't dare reveal what some things about. It's usually for personal gain, you keep it under restrictive you. It's need-to-know basis and guess who doesn't need to know? The only thing that can understand you and your heart desires is your heart and you keep it that way. Deciphering your intentions are like attempting to break a federal in Cryptid code, it most often ends in imprisonment. Your actions aren't villainous and your intentions aren't corrupt but clearly not a dove. So I guess you're just a sneak drafting masterpieces near stage lights. Maybe you're allowing future to craft you or maybe driving her
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