Enlightenment is markedly dangerous, because it's impossible to measure objectively.

I'm in a strange place. I've spent the last couple weeks in a sort of limbo. My universe has become one of waiting. Purgatory isn't all bad, all the time, though. It has, however, made me more lackadaisical in my attitude, because this can't possibly be the ( Read more... )

I still can't shake the feeling that I don't really belong here.

//"I feel... thin. Sort of stretched, like... butter scraped over too much bread."

Ok, so normally I loathe online quizzes, but there must be an exception made for these kinds of results:


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I come to this place on occasion when I am struck with the impulse to share my personal feelings with a cold, unfeeling internet in the hopes that those feelings might stop haunting my every step. The obvious drawback here is that, when I don't post with any regularity, everyone stops reading. Though, I suppose this could be a good or bad thing ( Read more... )

There are a myriad of thoughts which I cannot articulate. Something is wrong. I don't know what it is, but I can't sleep. I am in love, but I feel as if there is this force that wants to destroy it. The woman I love isn't happy and I don't know how to fix it. Everytime I try, I feel like I'm just messing everything up and pushing her away. I have ( Read more... )

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I think I'm the source of most of my own problems.
Just a thought.

So bundle up, it's cold outside.
I wouldn't want you getting sick.
But I'd bring you soup if you did.

and I have learned
That even landlocked lovers yearn
For the sea like navy men.

One hour left. Get me out of this place.
I hate this damn town.
The cold here is sharper.

No improvement in sight. This life isn't getting any better.
And I still don't know what to do with it.

Happy Anniversairy.

And when you ask "is something wrong ( Read more... )

So maybe I'm a little afraid of change, but today seems an exceptionally hopeful day.
Funny how these things come from out of the blue.

First time in a while i've had this optimism - that even a little spark can light a fire in this bitter winter.

Do you, do you like dreaming of things so impossible?
Or only the practical?
Or ever the wild?

"All you need is love" is a lie.
'Cuz we had love and we still said goodbye.
Now we're tired,
battered fighters.

And it stinks when it's nobody's fault
'cuz there's nothing to blame
at the drop of your name.
It's only the air you took
and the breath you left

God, I miss you.