Ruin Regret

We are all beautiful, broken, hand-me-down dolls: Forgotten by some, loved by others. We are left in the dark alone at times and then lifted into the light to be reborn anew. We are patched and ragged, in parts hollow or wholey abscent and yet we feel and need, we want and desire. We pursue that within us that can only be filled from without.

Can you hear the roaring of the sun? It is the sound of Eons. It is a sound so close to eternity that it is one and the same and yet in this universe so vast, nothing was meant to last.

My Father named me Ruin, my friend called me Rue and my hearts mistress loves 'Rue Souris' and so I am she. A dark soul in an eternal night where the suns never set and where beautiful people can be found in an ugly existence. Que sommes-nous, mais les papillons qui flottent pendant un moment et pense que c'est pour toujours.