Old

An old soul and young eyes.

What more could one ask for?

World peace, clean sheets, something to eat.

Clean water.

Someone to tell you, and you, 'I love you.'

To look in the mirror and empathize with what you see

and not hate it. Just accept it.

I want you to want something.

I don't care what you believe, for God's or anyone else's sake,

just believe it. Just believe it.

I want you to be angry. I want you to be opressed.

I will opress you if I have to, just to make you feel.

Just to make you think.

You're not thinking.

Pieces

Mara Jade is coming along slowly but surely. I've made the white hood, bought a black tank top with brass chain and zipper, Dom is working on goggles, I am in the process of painting my laser gun, and have a decent idea of how to make the lightsaber backpack. I even found at the incredible Starvation Army an effing amazing dark brown leather trenchcoat complete with genuine distress. It's awesome, I must say. Now for riding pants, boots, shin/kneeguards, a thigh holster, gauntlets and the lightsaber itself.

Below is my Photoshop-colored version of the costume, which gives a better sense of the thing as a whole. Enjoy!