My thoughts... out loud... or rather...... typed neatly on a screen. A cup of tea to my left and homework that's been put off for a blog sits on my right.... an unfull gray livejournal box is in front of me.. waiting to be filled with inspiration... which more than likely will become rants. My eyes grow heavy now but sleep will not come until I am ( Read more... )

I tell someone how to help themselves... when I can't help myself. I tell others to be motivated... when I am not. I solve people's problems.... and I cannot solve my own. I tell survivors to speak up... when I did not. How can I go on helping others and telling others what is "right" for them when I have not done it? I do long for some ( Read more... )

She's tired of searching for the right words to fit a situation perfectly... truth be told she's never going to be happy with the ones she has. She's come to find she's a horrible speaker. Her own words out loud don't satisfy her wanting.... her needing. There's nothing there anymore. Creativity and imagination- out the window. Along with patience ( Read more... )

Searching for an answer... asking why such irrational behavior.. these things that would never normally be done. drunk does not have an excuse. being perfectly capeable of making decisions... even while not sober. Perfectly capeable.... and now then ( Read more... )

I've watched an original diminish. This girl sits lonely wondering who to become as the world is passing her by. She sits under a tree that shades her face with a symbolic blue. She's not her own person. She's everyone elses person but her own. I'm wishing this rage would extinguish in her arms, but she is the one who set fire to me. I watch this ( Read more... )

My painter etched the multicolored words inside my head as it spun in this world of bliss. Slowly and gently I was placed upon this burden that has carried me upon it's nonexistance unto the fields of forever. And so I shall stay in this beauty of truth and time. The other side of the night exists and though it is forthcoming about itself many ( Read more... )

ok so this is how our day went down ( Read more... )

What happens when all the time you wished for comes to you? When the words you thought you were lacking appear, but you don't want to hear them anymore... because there are just too many words surrounding you. The time you were missing was actually an unexpected blessing because it had left you with no time to think about the troubles you had to ( Read more... )

My journal is packed- so I'm going to have to blog until then... but blogging is taking up much of my 'journal time' anyway. So I'm not really feeling symbolic... or that thoughtful right now. I'll just call it a brain fart... I get those a lot. So I'm going to provide some random day information...

Well my thumb hurts. It's a complicated story ( Read more... )

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