( Adam Stone )

I have started documenting the good points of my life so they will be remembered as vivid, strong, and beautiful. I want to be remembered, not forgotten. I want people to try to understand what it is like being in my body, my mind, my life ( Read more... )

My eyes are burning into the back of my head but still, I can not rest. Hours upon hours spent tossing and turning in my underfilled bed with a small portion of blanket and flat pillows. Now here I am gazing at the blue monitor with red droopy eyes and thoughts that could take over my mind if I let them.

I sit and I watch as they foolishly dance beneath the waves...

You make them think and scheme. You drive them to poetry, science, religion, all that makes them what they are for as long as they last. You are, so to speak, the brute existant by which they learn to define themselves. The exile, captivity, death they shrink from-- the blunt facts of their mortality, their abandonment-- thats what you make them ( Read more... )

rise and shine.

The thick rain outside is smashing on the pavement like golf balls falling from the sky. The roar is enough to keep my thoughts awake--dreamless--but a sharp awareness to the stillness of the objects surrounding me. Wrapped in a sheet, by body is cold but still warm to the touch. My thoughts wander about the occurring events involving people I have ( Read more... )

What a wierd day....I dont even know if what I did was good or bad but I felt like I needed to do it. It helped me clear my head but I fear I have damaged someone else's. I learned how to read someone's thoughts through their eyes...I sat there and read you like a book...it was if I was feeling everything you were feeling...I saw everything you saw ( Read more... )

TRUE!--nervous-- very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am; but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses, not destroyed, not dulled them. Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth. I heard many things in hell. How then am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily, ( Read more... )

When hurtin' yourself feels right

And there's nothing famillar in sight

Take the time to pull the weeds

Choking flowers in your life

Or seal your doom

Locked up in a room

cold transparent blue

in solitude

insanity takes you

so black it's untrue.

-"Solitude" by jerry Cantrell

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