The world is falling apart;
Ripping at the seams.
And you are not here...

...come home love

I suppose I should say 'loves'
Since there are quite a few of you out there

*sigh*
I feel insane when I speak
I wish I was delusional, but...
this may not be the case

T(E) = Art ( Read more... )

that beautiful dawn ( Read more... )

::Cayla moans in anguish at the loss of all her pretty somethings. She entertains the thought of giving herself to the river as she stumbles through the forest, tears making rivulets down the dirt caked on her skin. Trying to find comfort in something, anything, she collapses amidst the roots of an old oak tree. It smells of loam and earthworms. ( Read more... )

losing a sense of purpose. if I indeed ever had one at all

Sometimes I am so tired. Of this. All of this. Do you agree with that which surrounds you? If your answer is yes, then I never want to come into contact with you. So you can fuck right off. She is surly, yes? This is what you think. And this is true.

I just want something less

2 entries in two days! whoaaaaaaa. I give you... a rant I wrote for a radio survey in response to this question: We want to hear your comments, positive or negative, about specific stations, radio programs, music, announcers, news and commercials - anything on the radio. *ahem ( Read more... )

I love ( Read more... )

people are such selfish creatures

dead girls just want flowers in their hair ( Read more... )