Writhing in agony
Growing up with tribulation
Why does it have to be?
This way of misfortune
Seems so unmerited.
Deep yearning for difference
In what can't be changed
Frustration and fury
In what and who I am.
Though reality strikes me
And I blame myself
That it is not my fault
It is the time of the world
Where women are e
August 23, 1764
Breathing hard, feet pounding, arms swaying, heart racing, my fingers brush across the tall grass as I am running through the field, with my dog Buddy, down to the watering hole. We draw nearer and I can see the beautiful water reflecting the sun, shining the light of the water fairies into my eyes. Water fairies are those diamond shaped gleams of light that cannot be touched but you know when they are there. As I reach the rocks, I stop for a moment and look out amongst the beautiful fully leaved trees, the beautiful shining water looks so deliciously ref
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Coldness is cold for so long, it is no longer cold. Rather, cold for so long, I no longer feel cold yet I do not feel warm. Cold has just taken me in, cold is what I am. I am cold.
Cold hands constant and skin so clear and so unmarked opposite of how my heart must appear, if one could see my heart. A heart so scraped, for the hurt must come out, so the love for my heart hates the skin so unmarked.
Feeling of disease creeps throughout my emotions. Mind so confused feeling immobile and unchosen. Sheer terror for the future and hands are bound just as my heart is. Bound to eternity of pain. Pain lingers about and maybe all from my mind, people
ah.. procrastination -- where would i be without it?
...probably writing english essays.... but i didn't think of that before i asked i just meant it as a rhetorical question. :lick:
i've only gone to school one day this week, because i'm sick, but i'm feeling a little better so i'll probably go tomorrow. fun wooh! :party: i know you all care. :sarcasm:
spring break is only one week away ahhhhhh!!!! i cant wait!! :giggle: what are you guys doing?? :sun:
some of you might think im dead...:faint:
some of you might not even notice that i've been away...:slow:
well i'm just here to tell you all (all = people who CARE) that i'm NOT dead, just busy. :work:
whenever i get more free time ill be sure to make some more shtuff.
maybe i'll even do that now...........:plotting:
lol @ :zombie: