I've tried everything to sleep tonight, but I'm too filled with this burning night and the events that led up to this flat hour. First of all, the heart palpitations are getting more serious so I'm thanking God my appointment at Deborah is first thing in the morning. Tonight the palps not only make me see black, but rise almost up to my throat ( Read more... )

       The warm sheath of summer in my mind is wrapping me in soft arms and pastel colors each morning this week. Although it's only the end of January and perhaps just the head of my mountainous health trouble, something in me has been set free for the first time since I had my reading with Chris Dufresne. My throat hurts, I keep hacking from my ( Read more... )

   I'm feeling a bit...well, there's no other way to say this. I'm feeling miserable and have thought several times today about how much I would sometimes like to burn this town down from the fire within. It wasn't a notion that had to do with the urge to harm anyone- although clearly that's how it sounds- but rather more to do with how much I ( Read more... )

    The past two days have been a blur of lethargy and frozen time. I can never really predict anymore when my mind will be clear and when it will look like a blazing red, dusty twillight; I don't even really try anymore to stretch my mind ahead when it hurts. I just sleep. Ever since my reading with Chris Defresne, I have been allowing myself to ( Read more... )

  Okay, so it's January and that song is from the eighties. But I just want the spring to be here already! Even though the air outside is stark cold and seems to go on for infinity in lost miles, birds are chirping softly in the purple sky. Their quiet shrill hums out a nostalgic song that catches in my heart, and when I woke up this morning I ( Read more... )

    Well. Yesterday was quite the day, for better and worse. I'm sure that everyone who reads this journal knows that I entrust a great deal of faith in my gut even in the worst case scenarios, as well as in the intution of other people who are genunine psychic readers....which is why I was so ecstatic when my dad's cousin gave me a five hundred ( Read more... )

      This entry is a piece of my history and ironically not at all romantic, but rather a testament to a currently uncertain female bond that has been the sun and roots in my life ( Read more... )

      There are times when my life is like an ocean with the tide rushing in, all my thoughts and actions a blaze of fire and images on fast forward because my reality has yet to catch up with my intuition. This fallen angel of a winter is one of those times. Weeks before Elena contacted me again I had been shoving down senses that things would ( Read more... )

    It's not raining outside, but it feels like it is. For some reason, my entire world today feels like a strange lost town amassed in rain and sleet and snow. I think it's because I spent the afternoon reading Twillight after Elena and me made up tentatively, and the story is set in a rainy vampire town. Since I haven't slept till the break of ( Read more... )

   I read in one of Sylvia Browne's books that if a relationship of any kind is hard to make it through, then something's wrong. I love Sylvia and all, but I'm forced to think that she's putting her message out there a little too strong on this one. If I were to keep only the relationships that have not been long, hard-traveled roads in my life, ( Read more... )