I was dancing merrily in a meadow to the beat of my own drum. Suddenly, a man approached, he rounded a tree and told me that I must stop dancing. “No!” I declared. He replied, “you’ll regret this soon enough!” I went away from him continuously dancing. He grabbed his gun from his waist, lined up the barrel taret locked, clinched his eye and then he shot half of my face off. I immediately fell to the ground in painful wonderment.
I laid there weeping, I noticed he was approaching me. He knelt down on one knee; swept my hair away from the remaining side of my face, with his lips barely touching my ear and said “please forgive me, beautiful. You must do what I say, you’re mine”.
–love letters from my dreamscapes