Lady Dragonfly has died in the sunlight, the fate of many a dragonfly, sadly.
As they say, sunlight is the best antiseptic. The words I wrote here, everything I imagined and dreamed, were fiction. My own sentiments were not, but the situations were pure fabrications of my own ambitiously romantic mind.
I was bitter for some time when the sun came out, and the world–what I had known of it–was much uglier than I had guessed. I was hurt for much longer, as I caught occasional glimmers of light on areas of my love that had remained in deliberate shadows for so long. The truth was so much more painful than I realized at first, as others came to me, told me what I could not see before. The truth made me feel small, ugly, my dreams and wishes mocked, used.
In the end, I emerge with greater integrity, and realize the strength I have maintained in my life. And the world in sunlight is quite beautiful, after all.
I love my words here, still do. Please enjoy them as you like.
But most of all, I miss you. In many ways, I never could stop loving my lover, because I loved my audience. After awhile, I simply could not write, but i thought my words would return to me.
In truth, I realized that I do not want to exist in dishonesty. Some may argue that fiction itself is a sort of dishonesty, but I disagree. I feel that in our words, the purity of truth always rings true.
I am a Midwesterner in my roots. I learned early on that if you can’t say something nice, say nothing at all. And it is here that Lady Dragonfly ends.
I will be publishing in clearer waters now, and as I do, I hope to trip into some of you again. You all have wicked, wonderful imaginations, expansive minds, accepting spirits–and many of you have talent far exceeding mine. I hope to win your admiration as I transition into words with more grace.
I wish all of you a fond adieu, and hope to find you on the other side.
the former Lady Dragonfly