Thou shall not fall into old journaling habits ( Read more... )

 Today after the make-up was sealed my eyes once again became moist.

Clear tear drops.  As the Earth cycles it's polluted water I too recycle my negativity.

The poems will always echo in me as the scars brighten from the sun.

Spirits lie silent.  Colored by the magic of youth.

"How old are you?"  31.

I lied.  Looking in the mirror and seeing ( Read more... )

 Dissenegrate into the past ( Read more... )

 I had a vision ( Read more... )

 I eat micro waved food.

I'm 21.  I can walk to the store and buy a bottle of poison.

Using a computer doesn't scare.

I'd be dead with out blogging, most likely.  

Not car pooling.