Lisa/Anders - Ninja Transvestit Danmark
My Perspective
What's your perspective, from within?
Are you happy? New car and everything, big house, mortgage half payed, even a career, I am impressed!.. But, are you happy? Or do you feel somehow... something... is missing?
Perhaps in dreams you escape, away from your life. Like a soul you travel out of the darkness to a place so bright in spirit, you can be who ever you want. You change, so eagerly even before leaving the edge of darkness, you have already become, her.
Little glimses of life, her life, you experience, enjoy and treasure in this space, in your dreams, but though dreams are said to have no limits, this you find, is not only a dream. This, is real.
You know, as she is always with you, never leaving you side. Even if you banish her by any means, she will always by smiling, invitingly, waiting for you to be nice again and perhaps bye her a pair of nylon stockings. Which is another sign this is not a dream, you need to feel those stockings caress you legs. Bringing them home you feel like a little child before christmas eve and unpacking them you find you simply LOVE the very scent of new stockings. You feel it, almost like a drug. You need a fix, seriously, BADLY at times. At work, you drift away. Going to work, you do it again. In the evening, going to bed, even in the middle of the night you wake up... needing a fix.
You know you can't fight it, this make doing serious crack look like having an sweet tooth, fighting this is fighting you, which you tried, again and again, getting only tired and even more frustrated, getting nowhere.
You tell yourself like a monk repeating his mantra, ”It cannot, must not be, anything but a dream. I can't do it!” again and again you repeat it, trying not to realize.... that you are locking up a young girl in a dark cage, defending it with ”reason”.
”You are protecting her” you say, turning the key in the door, ”and myself” you add, making sure no one shall ever see her pretty face through the cracks, by turning off the light. ”..not to mention the family.. and the children!” you say, walking back into the centre of what we behold above, back into darkness, your home and where you belong.
But from within that dark place where you locked her up, I hear her cry. You see, I am anything BUT what you behold above, in fact on the contrary. And from her prison she WILL see me, reach out through any wall that darkness able manifest and touch my light, and she WILL be comforted.
But make no mistake, don't even think it. I shall tell her only the truth, when she ask about you.
My Perspective
What's your perspective, from within?
Are you happy? New car and everything, big house, mortgage half payed, even a career, I am impressed!.. But, are you happy? Or do you feel somehow... something... is missing?
Perhaps in dreams you escape, away from your life. Like a soul you travel out of the darkness to a place so bright in spirit, you can be who ever you want. You change, so eagerly even before leaving the edge of darkness, you have already become, her.
Little glimses of life, her life, you experience, enjoy and treasure in this space, in your dreams, but though dreams are said to have no limits, this you find, is not only a dream. This, is real.
You know, as she is always with you, never leaving you side. Even if you banish her by any means, she will always by smiling, invitingly, waiting for you to be nice again and perhaps bye her a pair of nylon stockings. Which is another sign this is not a dream, you need to feel those stockings caress you legs. Bringing them home you feel like a little child before christmas eve and unpacking them you find you simply LOVE the very scent of new stockings. You feel it, almost like a drug. You need a fix, seriously, BADLY at times. At work, you drift away. Going to work, you do it again. In the evening, going to bed, even in the middle of the night you wake up... needing a fix.
You know you can't fight it, this make doing serious crack look like having an sweet tooth, fighting this is fighting you, which you tried, again and again, getting only tired and even more frustrated, getting nowhere.
You tell yourself like a monk repeating his mantra, ”It cannot, must not be, anything but a dream. I can't do it!” again and again you repeat it, trying not to realize.... that you are locking up a young girl in a dark cage, defending it with ”reason”.
”You are protecting her” you say, turning the key in the door, ”and myself” you add, making sure no one shall ever see her pretty face through the cracks, by turning off the light. ”..not to mention the family.. and the children!” you say, walking back into the centre of what we behold above, back into darkness, your home and where you belong.
But from within that dark place where you locked her up, I hear her cry. You see, I am anything BUT what you behold above, in fact on the contrary. And from her prison she WILL see me, reach out through any wall that darkness able manifest and touch my light, and she WILL be comforted.
But make no mistake, don't even think it. I shall tell her only the truth, when she ask about you.