Heart beats, fluttering, uncontrollable. Face, ears, skin burns. All at the fear of a word, words, sentences. Will they or won't they. I've heard them before but they still chill me to the bone. Fears may be unfounded but they will creep up on you, bold in the light of day. Freezing you from the inside out so cold it burns. Tears don't come, ( Read more... )

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My Zen calendar is teaching me an almost comical amount of life lessons and its only March 1st. i should send them a thank you note.

Happy Leap Day.

Got to love something that happens once in a blue moon. Heh... blue moon. Spontaneous in its convention, surprising but dependable all the same. No one knows its coming though its written on every calendar in the world like clockwork. Right on schedule yet the world goes "Oooh I didn't know that!".

Interesting.

Every furrowed brow is disapproval. Awkward crawling into soothing shell lined ironically with barbs so i oughtn't move lest they pop the blow-up facade i have wrapped myself in. Its almost comforting but all that air just seems to sit uncomfortably squirming between me and the comfort. Plus blow-up facades are always so plastic-y and cling like ( Read more... )

Everything is bright and shiny. Melting never looked so good.

Successful relaxation has served me well. So well i can't even think about what to write.

I wait holding my breath for skin.

i'm nearly insane with boredom. Watching tv from 2-9 pm with no breaks and a future of more of the same is mind numbing to say the least ( Read more... )

I want to be better. I'm trying to be better. I'm begging and pleading and hoping with all my heart for the chance to be better. Not to change but enhance, not to be different but to be me, the me I have not been being lately. Not in so many words... or in way to many words. I offer 50% less words, no questions asked. I will take them away and ( Read more... )

Things fall into place in the exact moment I expect them not to. Or precisely the opposite. Mind falling into oblivion in the exact moment I expect to be caught. Face burning, red and turning eyes slightly down and to the left. Or... not. Can I ( Read more... )

Look at me. I'm burning for thee. Completely unexpected turn of color... of temperature, alight in fire and ice alike. I'm lost. Not fallen, nor suspended, unended and flying flighty free in me... finally. I twist word and phrase in vain attempts to clear my head, or rather to fill it full, brimming over and flowing under and around, surrounded of ( Read more... )