I had my palm read today by a very nice, but completely insane dark-haired woman. She smiled at all of us as we sat there, but I had a very difficult time attempting not to laugh out loud. Needless to say I kept my scarf over my face for much of the time. And when she sent us to the back room so that she could say something "private" to Maggie, I ( Read more... )

Everyday I go from one extreme to the other. I do not have unlimited liesure time in this matter. sed onn I think I finally understand that I will never know the right thing to do. So I must go with instinct. It might just be this city, but I think Maggie is right. This is the time my life to be selfish ( Read more... )

Here I go again ( Read more... )

Am I dying? This cannot be real. Not me, anyone but me, it is completely impossible. I am no one. I am plain. I am confusing. I am not worth it. I do not think I have ever felt so utterly and miserably terrified, while so happily excited. I have never felt so beautiful. Never felt so gruesome. I find myself dwelling constantly upon the wrong face, ( Read more... )

Yes, I'll admit it, you've thrown my life into complete disarray. You've made me question all those aspects of my life that I thought were unquestionable. You've made me test my own daring, and my own restraint. You've made me feel important, then guilty about it. You've fixed my issues, and shattered me into a thousand pieces. You've made me ( Read more... )

One gives me gifts and resposibility...
One gives me bruises and laughter...
In a temporary unsettled state, I prefer the latter.

Seeing beauty in all the world makes living the sweeter and surroundings more colorful. But the mirror the exception, the mask the more probable, more urgent, more true. I don't need to see the flaw. I am ( Read more... )

Perfection is the triumph of evil over good...
ugliness over beauty...
dark over light...
cacophony over euphony...
gray over color...
misery over content...
death over life...
...those with eyes that see know that perfection is in all or nothing...
...as are we all...

And how then does the Hermit become once more released into the dark and unknown world?
With courage, and a bright lantern.
Yet he may find that he is more the Hermit within the world of men, than without.

The death of some outside forces sometimes result in the death of a part of ourselves. Death and rebirth are incomprehensible. As I have said thousands of times before, indeed I have written my very life within it...the definitions of ourselves come from the choices we make in our lives. And it is not about whether those choices are right or wrong ( Read more... )