New journal: Exist_ism

[I left a few entries up in this journal for the purpose of memories sake]

Perhaps in a parallel universe I am sleeping right now. I'm not even sure if I believe in parallel universes, I really only like the thought of it. So, perhaps if I truly believed in a parallel universe, I would be sleeping in it. Is it possible for Fate to make a mistake? If so, then that would completely contradict and erode the meaning of Fate, ( Read more... )

When I fell from the sky, I tried to make myself as heavy as possible so that my time of impact would come sooner. I rode the wind and and directed myself to whichever spot of land I wished. When I finally kissed the ground with my body, I thought how surreptitious it was of me to commit such a devious act. Egotistical? No. I re-define adjectives ( Read more... )

Objective: An indepth introspective scan to transfer/delete selected personality traits and reconfigure bystander's adjective use to fit wanted observative data analysis"Danny, isn't this dangerous? I mean, people develop like, multiple personalities and become schizo from doing this ( Read more... )

There once was a time when you cringed at the thought of letting go. You would hold me so close to your body that even the pores of my skin opened up to welcome you. You squeezed the handles of my hips so hard that it left an impression of your finger tips. You molded my bones like clay to leave your mark. Well dear, since then I have tried to find ( Read more... )

I care too much for my own good. I exploit every bit of love, focus, and will power in my body to not care about myself. I want to take a needle of the most pure element and a thread of synthetic sincerity and sew myself unto you. I will weave in and out of our bones and clothes, so whenever you need me, I will be right there. I will never have to ( Read more... )

Today is day 5,293 of my life.
I am sick of who I am. I despise my own reflection. No, not because I think I am ugly, or because I think I am fat, but because I am me. Every morning, I contemplate punching the mirror so hard that my personality bleeds out from my knuckles. Every morning, I contemplate bleeding my personality out of me. I have tried ( Read more... )

I have seen and felt a beauty that is so breathtaking,
I'm afraid I just don't have any breath left in my lungs.

As humans...we are flawedWe are in existence to learn and to teach. We take insight from our past faults and observe others' actions and motives so we, ourselves, do not make parallel decisions. We were not intended for perfection. I breathe, because it is the only thing that comes natural to me. I wake up every morning and I cherish the very fact ( Read more... )

The Atlantic is cold ( Read more... )