Weight of my heart, not the size.
Not all things can be explained.
Not all self inflicted wounds break the skin.
Nothing up either sleeve.
No one should have to support more weight than they can bear.
Not me mind you. Everyone else.
I won't be online much, if at all for a tiny bit until I can get my bearings.
If you need to get ahold of me, ryienlenai at aol dot com.
If you want me to make graphics for you, send me pictures or names so that I can look up pictures, at that address and a brief description (wp? lj icon? avatar? size? anything special?) and some colors you like. I'll make it.
As for the rest? I have barely any words left. I haven't nothing interesting to say and the silence seems opressive when it shouldn't, or the stupidest things that shouldn't matter do and things that should matter, don't.
I don't pretend to make sense of this. I don't defend my stupidity. The medium of words loses it's grace. A ballet of poetry and motion caught in a still frame with no color.
I fail.
I'll return when, once again, technicolor rules my world.