I am pretty miserable right now... and this seems to be the safest place to say it ( Read more... )

Hear my confession ( Read more... )

The voice of Truth is the only one I listen to. *On a spiritual quest*

The silent killer dwelling in the body of a lady, when I decide to act so. Blood red dress clings to my curves, the bitter wind bites my exposed skin, flawless and marble-like. I walk the streets silently, this time unaware of the victims pushing past me. This dress and the skin it fails to cover would have created unwanted attention twenty years ( Read more... )

I watched them again. From an icy window I saw their fall. And while I can no longer grasp their determination to plunge so drastically from the sky, I admire the beauty they create. The snow covers dirty streets, the grime of humanity lining the gutters beneath the waste from their existence is cleansed with white purity, for now. The night ( Read more... )