I occasionally revisit it in order to cure myself of nostalgia....

I actually took a look at my calendar today. And I realized that I move into my college dorm NEXT WEEK.

The signs suggest that my Ajna is awakening.

i felt like writing. just because. nothing deep and though provoking like previous entries. there will be no inward evaluation, or introspective metaphors..unless i start rambling again. but its good to just write down things. to never have them be read(unless by some unknown net surfer). my own personal thoughts, when ever i so choose to reflect ( Read more... )

I yearned to bring you promise ( Read more... )

I'm trapped in this world, it seems. More specifically, my generation. I'm surrounded by peers who willingly suppress themselves in order to fit in. I'm forgotten in a youthful age where almost everyone around me has been misled by pop culture. I wonder: if I gave in to such interests, would I be just like them today? Perhaps if I actually cared ( Read more... )

 here for while, haven't had much to say..so I'll just post some of my poetry

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no title is fitting~

lost in the dead air surrounding us

in a world evolving to remain so stale

suppressing the misery we refuse to acknowledge

yes, i know the truth brings pain

and though the lies guarantee such security,

they induce secluded shame

if we exist only through ( Read more... )

Am I the human equivalent of the perfect storm?  My happiness drifts away like the movement of the heavens and my moods will always sway to the rhythm of the wind. Perhaps my emotions are not courageous enough to be consistent, but I always have a valid reason for such shifting. I wish I could be unaffected by all that surrounds thee, but sometimes ( Read more... )

My gramma has been trying to slowly integrate my mother back into my life with subtle gestures and random invites, praying that I wont notice as my mother slithers back into my life. I'd like to say that I've disowned my mother, but she always finds a way to keep coming back. Why cant they both just respect that fact that I don't want her in my ( Read more... )

For some  reason well beyond my mortal knowledge, I have not be able to remember any of my dreams for what seems like an eternity. I hold my dreams with great value for they are portals to the subconscious and are what I believe to be messages from the Goddess. In your subconscious, you are free. There are no strings attaching you to the physical ( Read more... )