Methodically smoking my cigarette Every breath I breathe out the day With every delicious sip I drink away the night Stroking my hair to The beat of her heart Watching a girl turn into a woman

(taken from a poem scribed on the wall in a BSG episode, but potent, none the less.)

Times are changing, the world I knew flays itself under my gaze,
new worlds ( Read more... )

Waves of silence crashing, new and familiar ( Read more... )

Sometimes there is a flicker ( Read more... )

It has been years since I have really made an attempt at keeping a journal online...  But I think that the time may have come for me to try this all again...  For now, this just may be a possibility or it may become a regular thing...  Time will tell.

Currently, internet at my home is down and will remain that way for quite some time ( Read more... )

I was going to compleately delete this journal, but decided that I am going to keep it active and just not post anymore.

The ashes of my life lay scattered around my feet. I fall to my knees I wrench every tear from my eyes in hopes of breathing new life into this world that I have burned, but my tears alone have never been a suitible sacrifice ( Read more... )

Time had been a tedious thing lately. Putting the shattered parts of my mind and heart back together has not been easy and is a work in progress. I have had help from a lot of people, including people that I don't even know, and I am grateful ( Read more... )

Life is crazy.
If you want to know, then ask.

So, here I am, nearly 4am sitting and trying to bring myself back to sane life.

Right now it feels like I want to sleep till the world ends, but maybe sleeping most of the day tomarow will suffice.

I want to scream in silence, I want to bleed from all the wounds that don't show, I want to disapear.