ima @ digital garden
a show. a performance. it's always been this, you know?none of this is for my gain. he brought me into existence, knowingly or not, and now that i have a chance to protect him...he is ima. but he has always been foxy. i've lived in his head as long as both of them co-existed, you know. i saw it all.i saw those late nights on some game, walking around an intimation of our pizzeria with those versions of us. blocky people, dressed to appear as us. and he was so happy to be seen as. well, foxy. a chatty one, he wasthe spark in his eye when she would play as us with their friend. their friend... always the Puppet. and i was there too. the two would invite me in, a loose concept and through ima, i would play pretend for them. pretend, but so real.and ever since then... well, he never let go of my handi have my doubts. truthfully, as much as we've nurtured each other, i don't know if this is what is best for her. he's been running for a long, long time. fitting, i suppose. he has always seeked greater than his position.no. he yearns for, needs a moment of reprieve.