Looking back on this; I wonder if the emptiness I have now was worth recreation. What I become ends up as being everything that I used to oppose. Everything I love has moved on or left; or in turn I have left behind. Where have the passed six months gone; is this indicative of how my life is to be here on out? Maybe . . . It's not too late to go ( Read more... )

Finally, to bleed this dry; to snuff out the dying embers remaining inside. Having been filled with hate; consumed by remorse; taken by hopelessness; defeated entirely and left broken to die. Alone. To come to terms with this very simplest of facts; to move on. In many ways, this was to help that, to move on. To record, remember and learn. On some ( Read more... )

Open these wings, look to the stars, and ascend solitary into the heavens only to inevitably fall again to the earth, instruments of freedom twisted into cruel bars of constraint. Fate turns her head away, her steady hand without need to provide guidance; one who divines itself into the preset caste need not be corrected. Bleeding, faltering, ( Read more... )

Here it seems, in these kinds of places; these ones constructed in mental walls and bloodied emotions; within transient dreams that eat through realities' borders into my soul and bury themselves as shards to inevitably burn outward as tears. Resisting darkness, hatred, bitterness, jealousy, feelings of loneliness; despair, anger, ending in ( Read more... )

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And here I am again, waiting, revising. I see what I felt, and become subjective. Why do I wait, why do I hesitate ( Read more... )

Time in this year grows short ( Read more... )

In case anyone was curious, though I'm quite sure I know who's commented the most.

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