my head is itchy ( Read more... )

my ears are beautiful, they glissen in the sun as one would do if there was any sun. as i look up there, where the sun would be on a day like today, there is nothing but my new journal. but the journal is not of me ( Read more... )

its gettibng to cold for me to think of what the hell i am going to write here. so i just write without really thinking, without reading over it for fear of dragonfear ( Read more... )

i dont really know what i am doing...