(An unfinished Short Story ( Read more... )

Wings on the guitar player. What gives the writers words? Spirit?

What moves the paintbrush to it's direction? Body?

What decides the dreams that appear? MInds?

There must be respect for silence.

I live on inspiration and passion.

My mind works.

Abdication.

The Lama says to stay away from negative energy, and be compassionate.....all right. DONE! but....*looks around* no one else is here with me!! I dont understand!!! i've never felt more alone when im trying to zen myself. Are we supposed to be alone? Actually, we'll always be alone. No one can ever be inside of you, except when a woman is pregnant ( Read more... )

when i was shaving today, i started thinking...."is unconditional love possible?"...i don't believe so. I think people confuse Unconditional love w/ obession ( Read more... )

imprison those who are different ( Read more... )

Our friendship is dissolving.

i miss the touch from my muse. I heard somewhere that Your first loves are always in your head. All the time. Even if you hate him now, he's still in your mind all tha time. B/c you grew from it ( Read more... )

so graduation. I wanted to cry, but i didnt. I was so fucking proud of all my friends. They have no idea. It was wonderful watching them just get their "thingy" and walk off the stage. its like "Swipe biatch!!!!" and walk away without looking behind them. They just keep walking with the biggest smile on their face. That's fucking beautiful to ( Read more... )

WE're all so fragile, its crazy just to stop and grab a seat and witness the human movements and behavior ( Read more... )