i often wait and wait. for a breath. just a breath of fresh air. i am alternatively sick of everyone and everything. to no one's fault but only my own. no one comes up to what i expect of them, and i in turn become disappointed.

later i shall write. but now i shall rever in my own coloured haze of life.

there was once a girl. now many stories may have started like that in existence but this girl was unlike any of those other girls. she lived in a house made of grey stones that were magically laid on top of eachother with little support. she was young by all accounts by her nieghbours who saw her pace through her house only by the bright windows ( Read more... )

today. ohh today. one day to overcome then a new year again. the kind of excitement that causes you trouble breathing, the little kind that creeps up softly into your soul, that causes you to have hope.hope. even the word causes the feeling you find only in the eyes of the innocent and the sight of rainbows after the storm ( Read more... )

for now the words are blocked with unseen spectres as she tried to feel something. sadly what she felt was a strong rush of soft empathy. she lied on her bed in the morning incapable of getting up. a small tear had trouble falling from her cheek lonesome. because from that tear multiplied into a plethora of glistening salt water. they came and came ( Read more... )

another year comes and goes and accomplishments are seen like the thinnest cellophane in the eyes of others but to her it was filled with new people, whom she thought the most amazing. too bad she can't meet them all. but she hopes the new year will bring travel and adventure and meeting the people whom she identifies herself with so well ( Read more... )

I sat in the cafe today, it was the best time of the year. Tourists stayed at home buying presents for pretty, little girls who took ballet, and silly young boys who played every sport. I remembered those times of sunny days and perfect temperament. I swirled my flask filled with unmentionable toxins, as the memories came as quick. Now the mirror ( Read more... )

the willowz inspired this one ( Read more... )

I haven't felt much. only laughing till delirious tears roll down my face. we are all just one-dimensional characters made up by ourselves in search of some depth. when do we realize we are finally happy? till the smile breaks through when no other choice is given? my pen, my camera, my paintbrush all mediums to which i can finally give someone ( Read more... )

maybe when the day comes i will understand why being this lonely has its upside. my friends come in pairs like a good pair of boots, worn in, with past lives, filled with a mystery, but forever together. I was jealous of what they had. best friend forever love. I asked years ago to find someone who was my perfect match, though i had many perfect ( Read more... )

can someone please spend some time with me? I want to wreak havoc
THANK YOU