February 2010
January 2010
I take this picture of myself and with my sewing scissors cut out the face.
Now it is more accurate
where my eyes were, every- thing appears
sometimes im not sure where the line is between running to something
and just plain running away.
Things get foggier here but I wish they got clearer, because this is when your indifferece turns to sweetness.
i can’t breathe.
i can’t breathe.
oh my god, i can’t fucking breathe.
im going to puke.
im going to fucking puke.
oh
my
god
Too Much
There are those who die with love, never seeing The clear eyes shining, the bright wings fleeing. Lonely they die, and ahungered, in bitterness knowing They have not had their share of the good there was going.
There are who have and lose love, these most blessed In joy unstained which they have once possessed, Lost while still dear, still sweet, still met by glad affection, - An endless...
It was our own ignorance we entered.
I have not come out yet.
