My Lover- The Illusionist- and Me
4 min readJun 20, 2018
He made me into smoke and shadows. Or, I should say, I let him make me into smoke and shadows, as insubstantial as air. He took my rooted, grounded Earth sign and changed me into so much shifting fog. My confidence, my absolute faith in myself and what I believed in, was shaken, shifted, sifted, and turned into ingredients for his potion. He was ever my illusionist, this lover, and I let him make me into an illusion.
