This is The sound of my winter.

Beautiful, still, subdued, chilly... hold my soul under a magnifying glass, and you can hear the echoes.

I gradually feel more and more that my lives are fragmented. I used to think I had one or two lives; internal and exterior; but i now feel like it's more like 5 or 6. I feel like I'm somebody different with everybody I know, and while I used to know the threads that connected the disparate themes of my life together, I feel like my life is a ( Read more... )

Part of me will always look out the window at the aged sun all golden in afternoon, the sky worn dark with blue, the shadows so long they seem to be alive, and remember. This is the prelude. This is my life as a prelude, playing out a melody I both fear and search for ( Read more... )

( Every You Every Me )

The worst part of having nightmares is they leave me feeling, when awake, as if I am stuck still in a dream, and I feel completely detached from reality and entirely disaffected by it ( Read more... )

Sometimes I question this person I've become. Who is she? Is she somebody I want to be? A year ago I look back and I think I was a different person. I know I was a different person. I was softer, I wasn't all hard edges. I was full of hope, full of dreams, full of the expectation that I shall be everything I dreamed.

( But what happens now? )