Leaf by leaf and page by page, throw this book away. All the sadness, all the rage, throw this book away. Rip out the binding and tear the glue. All of the grief we never even knew, we had it all along. Now it's smoke. The things we've written in it never really happened. All the things we've written in it never really happened. All of the people ( Read more... )

Tied to a noose. And I know I'm dead on the surface, but I am screaming underneath. If only there was someone other than me who could cut me loose. Why does it always come back to where it's started. I'm not ready, I've been running for months, away from this conclusion. It's all me. There's nothing I can do about it. Just a silly little runaway ( Read more... )

Ah! Thank the lord for this balance of good good and bad bad. And while we're at it, many thanks for rain drops on roses and whiskers on kittens.. good friends, king size beds, random meetings, stress relieving cigarettes, joint rantings, the look the housekeeping man gave me after cleaning our hotel room, pink cats on cute shoes, and people who ( Read more... )

Kill me kindly, won't you darling? I don't wish to live in this sickened state today. Nothing is ever as bad as it seems said the blinded man who traced lines on my palm. He knows no more than I. And this version of me doesn't wish to find a silver lining in such a dark and harrowing cloud. I am afraid of running, but it seems the only way of ( Read more... )

I've always been one who will do the exact opposite of what I'm told. A revolt always seems in order, I am in direct opposition of the system. I wish someone would tell me not to get a job, not to stay at home and save my money, not to travel. Maybe then I'd have the inspiration to do it all. Oh man, I've got issues...

How is it that happiness can be forgotten so readily? I've held it in my heart at present, and yet given a moment alone it's quickly torn to shreds with bitter and analytical claws. I suppose my destiny reads a miserable road. Of loneliness and the inability to accept this defeat. I am a hapless soul. Face it yo.
Hate is quicker to the gate.

When it's in my head it's there. When it's lost.. where? Why am I stuck the one with thought, nothing more than philosophy and mazes within. Outward drive would do this pale girl good. Push me!

♪Ba Ba - this is the sound of settling. I've quit my job! I am a jobless heap effective December sixth, and just before christmas.. what logic! I just want change. Though I'm still unsure if this is the way to find it, I suppose we'll have to wait and see <3

If there was more free time to do what I need to do, life would be lovelier than I could handle. Maybe that's why time's not on my side, it knows I couldn't handle living in a moment of clarity and contentedness.. Coupled with the fact that I do not believe in time, do not own a watch and have a crazy inconsistent schedule. I can see myself ( Read more... )

I restrict myself with can'ts while still telling myself that I can do anything. There must be a purpose for this one of so many conflicting thoughts. Where is it? I'm currently reading the Razor's Edge and a person's purpose is widely explored, leaving me with more questions than answers. I just want to share, with purpose!