tcharron and I are now in the process of planning a trip to Rhode Island.

(it's VERY scary how we both thought the same thing at the same time)

"The liberation of Europe from fascism was only a dream -- until it was achieved. The fall of imperial communism was only a dream -- until, one day, it was accomplished. Our generation has dreams of its own, and ( Read more... )

There are some moments in life where something inside that has been screaming finds a quiet and peaceful moment where it is allowed to shine. Where tears turn into dew drops in the garden of the connections we have in life.

... Honey, I'm home ( Read more... )

I am Acacia. I am the simple and domesticated woman who wants to put her wild and indiscretionary past behind her and make a life for herself and the man she loves. I still have an occasional urge to try something new and go out and do something fun, but would rather entertain at home. I want to find the right balance that will lead to more ( Read more... )

There are so many things I just want to yell and scream about, but you know, I just can't seem to find the words. So, instead, invision Acacia, staring at herself in the looking glass and suddenly come out double fisted, pounding the fucking thing to smithereens, blow after blow after blow, until the blood puddles on the floor among the shards.

With all the stress and depression in my life, it's a wonder I get up out of the bed at all. And yet there are those who tell me I've lost ambition. I still have ambition, but that is overshadowed by the current day to day and recent events. I am not in a state of apathy or hopelessness. Just one of a momentary truce. I've tried to beat life ( Read more... )

"If you sit around waiting for permission to follow your dreams then you are just sitting around waiting to die."

For some, time passes slowly. An hour can seem an eternity. For others, there's never enough.

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Happiness.... was it ever meant to be mine? Every now and then, I catch short glimpses of futures that could make me smile... but know I will never be able to touch them. More on this later.

I've been looking in the mirror for so long
That I've come to believe my soul's on the other side
All the little pieces falling shatter
Shards of me too sharp to put back together
Too small to matter
But big enough to cut me into so many little pieces
If I try to touch her

And I bleed
I bleed
And I breathe
I breathe no more.

Take a breath and I try ( Read more... )