synopsis ( Read more... )

I'm terrified of my own life. I realize how I'm just wasting my time, doing nothing, and it frightens me. What the hell am I so afraid of? My reasons seem valid at times and idiotic at others. I don't know what direction to go in, or how to go in said direction once I decide what the hell it is, I've never been given much guidance from my parents ( Read more... )

makeshift existence ( Read more... )

Recommend to me one of each of the following...
1. A movie.
2. A book.
3. A musical artist, song, or album.
4. An LJ user not on my friends list.

Copy and Paste with your answers in my comments. Then copy and paste the questions in your own journal. (only if you want to, no one's twisting your arm)

dream rehearsals for waking dillemmas ( Read more... )

The rain returns and makes me numb. Cold and relentless it falls on the roof and against the windows. Spring is breaking the frigid shackles of winter, the warmth trying desperately to break through. I feel the same change within me, breaking the self-imposed confines of my cold prison. I try to build around myself a complacency, a numbness, a cold ( Read more... )

ok, I've never done a survey before but this one just seems interesting and I'm bored, don't hate me...

( stolen from tarthan )

caught in a tangle ( Read more... )

trying to remain independent yet integrated ( Read more... )

fingers blur the image touched
the act of observation changes the observed
trying to hold the questions in my hand
to get a better look at the answers
all the while melting
fleeing the way of so many snowflakes

they keep falling into my hands
my curious eyes hungrily consume
heat of inquiry smears the pattern