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Follow @riseabove on @mirakeeapp #tgif Thinking about my future hoping #themanwithnoface doesn't come searching for me. #readyfortheweekend Drinking #elysian #spacedust #ipa I'm so, far away from my #dreams I wouldn't become #spacecremation

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Pose practice with an oc and Splendor man from a fan fic my sister wrote called The man with No face. Been a very long time since I drew splendor almost forgot how much I liked drawing him.

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I was younger nothing mattered. You’d live each day without a single worry on your mind. I look back now to when I was ten years old competing in my first horse show. I remember it as if it was yesterday. But it’s not, it was 11 years ago now. Honestly, the days must have flown by, probably because as I mentioned earlier I didn’t have a care in the world, and secondly maybe it was because I simply enjoyed my life. I can’t even believe that it’s been so long. I guess it’s because when your young you hurry along the year anticipating Christmas gifts and other present orientated celebrations. Now every month and every year is just a chip, chipping away. It really grates on me. 11 years later I’m lying here writing this in an emotional state after watching ‘The man without a face’ by Mel Gibson. I had only planned to watch enough to get me to sleep, but 2 & a half hours later I’m here. I really unexpectedly loved this film. Maybe it was because I felt connected with both it's main characters. An adult who is lonely, isolated & untrusting and a troubled child who’s history affects his day to day life. It could also be the mixed overall plot of the film. It’s unexpected twists and turns. I really connected with this film emotionally. I started off hating the little ‘brat’ with no respect but grinned away as he grew as a person along the way. It was the ending that did it for me though. The way the ill treated gentlemen was turfed out of the place he - after seven years - had only just began to call home. Also the very end ceremony. Whether or not the gentleman did show to the boys ceremony will remain a mystery. But we all have that person in the back of our mind that comes out when we really want or need them too and I personally think this was the case. My final more emotional thoughts were of the transition of the boy to a man. The proud faces. I thought to myself at that moment; I wonder what my parents dreamed for me as a child. What they dreamed I would grow up and be. The fact I have never made them proud. And the fact as I write this I am nothing to anybody or anything. My life is meaningless. I have no path in life and I have failed them. I just feel so guilty that they are no doubt embarrassed to have me as a daughter. (Excuse the grammatical errors and incorrect sentences beginning with and. Emotion has me by the throat.)

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This song is one of the most beautiful I've ever heard. The lyrics have a ridiculous amount of meaning within. Please, enjoy whilst reading along (if you can). 10. The Man With No Face [I. The Shimmering Tides of Revelation] [Instrumental] [II. Into The Void] Today I seek to procreate, exonerate the sickly skins. My former selves, they drift away into the ether. As I'm reborn without a face, without a name, I find my true vocation. Too many times have I seen squander in myself and in others While not manifesting the purity I sought With such a fatal flaw, I joined the masquerade; A grand charade in which we all participate With no excision. A transient glimmer of in-corporeality from beyond the veil. Into the eyes of light I gaze, transfixed as my soul is purged of all its bile; I bathe in the source of magnanimity. I feel I've known you before. Re-united as one. I feel your presence here. We have met before. And to this day I have held your hand, Your guidance never leading me astray, But into light and hope, you give me purpose beyond all that is earthly. I see the masks with which we play our games, indulgences for cosmic gains; Fulfilling archetypes, the dreamer dreams. Into the void I leap, convinced of destiny, Protected by my faith in that I cannot see; For I have read your lips and I have felt your shame, Have no fear, my Brother, for this pain is shared. We ache in unison for reconciliation. Let us take this step as above so below. As above so below, Veils upon veils, Veils upon veils, I renounce myself. [III: Traversal of the Immaterial] I've had too many sleepless nights, Too lost in restless thoughts, Fragmented dreamscapes assault my reality As the shards of my excursions flutter in and out of sight. Oh God, what have I done to bring this on myself? Is this my punishment for past transgressions Or is this simply a test of my will to continue against all logic For a taste of the fool's gold or some unearthly reward? Is this a dream or is this real? Is there more beyond the veil? Is there an answer that can ease my burden? My tortured heart it sinks into the depths of misery, I feel frustration mount, the pieces just won't fit. Is this just all a game, The rules of which are not revealed Until it takes its dying breath? I want so badly for it all to just make sense. Too late, it's all too late... For me? Tell me that I can trust, tell me that I can love. Tell me I have a face, tell me I have a name. My ears they hear no music, my eyes they see no shapes; Just an amorphous mass of subjectivity. If all is relative, how can there ever be a truth? The bitter tasting certainty eludes both me and you. For in the name of God they sing their praise, But still I cannot feel his presence. You leave me cornered against my will. I'll not forgive, I'll not forget. I'll shame your name, I'll make your life a living hell. Until you find your strength, I'll drain your life. I'll eat your soul against your will. Can't you see? We're testing you. And so I crawl, 'til I can walk once more. And so I sleep, 'til I can dream again. We dance amongst the flames, their heat a comforting aid to resolution. Or so we feel, or so we dream, as we partake of a collective hallucination. A thousand realms of thought with nothing left but time To fully realise our visions, immortalised with pen and paper. Our resonances trapped in ink, to linger for eternity A monument of journeys passed, with new ones in the wings... [IV: Ouroboros] And so I sink once more into the ever-present plain of dreams I feel so tired, I feel so weak. My vessel longs for rest, it longs for sleep. A thousand incarnations stretching through both time and space; Where does this spiral end? Does it ever cease to exist? Melting away into a fleeting sea of faces; Who have I been? Who have I known? And were you there, my long lost brother? Your face is so familiar, like deja-vu. We once again tread carelessly into the waters at world's end. Baptised in fire, A rite of passage. We come of age together, Conjoined at the soul, irrevocably. Bound to the Ouroboros, I will eat my own tail Eternally. [V. Dance of the Worker Ants] But still you poison yourselves, Wearing masks and trading faces Like the ticking clock of time, so set in your insipid little ways. Like worker ants serving your queen, Slaves in your devotion to obscenity. So lost in the illusion, you fail to see your own pathetic confusion. Led astray so easily and all it takes is one taste of the poison To keep you coming back for more, incapable of the inevitable cease-fire. So you sling shit like monkeys in cages, Self-made prisons for the ages. Captive like petty animals, so unevolved from the primordial ooze. You hold your forked tongue. Your poisoned words will be heard no more. [VI. The Man With No Face] Let us be free, of this cage that we have helped construct, To grow in unison, to leave behind the grand illusion. The tides hear everything and they see everyone. Have no fear my brother, for they do not judge. It's not too late to change, to leave behind your sin, To shed old skins and re-evaluate your purpose. I leave my mask behind to quench the sands of time. I cleanse myself and become the man with no face. Nameless and faceless, Nameless and faceless, Nameless and faceless for we are all one and the same.