There are no blissful memories to warm this room. Only a bitter cold from memories of strife, grief, and sadness.

Start a fire

I don't often write entries. I make myself quite busy sometimes, with music, friends, work, and sometimes just ..wallowing. The strange thing about loneliness is that you tend to run away and hide, rather than killing it. Sometimes, to battle the feeling of isolation, I go on strange little adventures, to take me to alien places that don't ( Read more... )

Neurosis takes the stage ( Read more... )

ever go to sleep at night, and then wake up midway through the night to people in your house, like roommates and stuff, and then get up and hang out with them for a few hours?...

weird

climb out of the hole

old man gloom rocks

palmless prayer - mass murder refrain

life. notice the texture of your skin. on your hands. black grime under your finger nails. what is felt beyond the tips of your finger tips? the walls become the clouds, and then the stars, and the void of space. feet are cold. an orchestra of four. traveling beyond self, to see self. sculptures on the shelf. the sun on the horizon. ( Read more... )

Why do we sacrifice the true feelings of life for a moments worth of relaxation?

It's so easy to sink into sorrows...

I just wish I had someone to be intimate with.