returned and a burning rage
It seems as though I am back from the dead. It has been over a year since I posted here, much less been logged into lj.
And so much growing has been taking place in that time, I have loved and lost; risen and fallen, triumphed and failed and yet here I am back again with only the goal of keeping the razor from my wrist and turning back to putting pen to paper.
To quote one of my favorite fanfictions...
"She wasn't thinking straight. No, certainly not at all. She felt small and burned out inside, and it gave her a need to consume everything around her. The itch to break and damage whatever was in reach was real and she tasted her own blood on her lip. Peace and quiet? If he wanted peace and quiet she'd give him so much of it she hoped he'd choke on it."
So let us begin.
It looked as a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age
Someone had better be prepared for rage
- Robert Frost
And so much growing has been taking place in that time, I have loved and lost; risen and fallen, triumphed and failed and yet here I am back again with only the goal of keeping the razor from my wrist and turning back to putting pen to paper.
To quote one of my favorite fanfictions...
"She wasn't thinking straight. No, certainly not at all. She felt small and burned out inside, and it gave her a need to consume everything around her. The itch to break and damage whatever was in reach was real and she tasted her own blood on her lip. Peace and quiet? If he wanted peace and quiet she'd give him so much of it she hoped he'd choke on it."
So let us begin.
It looked as a night of dark intent
Was coming, and not only a night, an age
Someone had better be prepared for rage
- Robert Frost