Devious Journal EntryLife really sucks.
Sorry for reacting slowly
Vision 2008So still. So silent.Vision 2008
My pain.
It could’ve been blinding rage. But its clinical white, my pain.
My heart is throbbing. Not even safe in my chest. But my pain is static, motionless.
A corroded form is all I have left. Could it be enough? I’m not yours yet.
But the whiteness of pain soon blinds my eyes. Will the stoic forever last? Do you hear my chaos moving from afar?
The freedom in madness is caressing my mind. I’m running naked and blind.
I’m now a chaotic child.
One last kissIt was never dark and it was never sunny, for her everything was nothing.One last kiss
It was never anything for her to understand, never anything for her to grasp and nothing for her to love.
What could she love? What could love her? She who could not even cling to herself, her own life slipping through her fingers,
Leaving her hands cold and empty, Leaving her soul hollow and dark.
But then there was him. He, who saw her, believed her and carried her.
It was whit in him she buried all her pain, and it was him that filled her to the brink.
It was they who were delu
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Dr. House: Ah! The husband described her as being unusually irritable recently.
Dr. Cameron: And?
Dr. House: I didn't know it was possible for a woman to be unusually irritable.
You know you want to look... [link]
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A wintry sky and the broken streetlight. Cold wind.
Unknown shadow, the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.
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A wintry sky and the broken streetlight. Cold wind.
Unknown shadow, the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.
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A wintry sky and the broken streetlight. Cold wind.
Unknown shadow, the footprint of desertion.
Freedom was taken.
Or maybe an echoe??
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