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Tuesday, July 25, 2006
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It is darkness
Thick and velvetty black
It cannot be pierced
It cannot be torn
It cannot be penetrated.
But it can be worn.
Covered in this cloak
She walks
There is no light to guide her
There is no path on the floor
Only darkness surrounds her
Its her only door
No arm around her
No place to call home
Nowhere to escape
From this big black dome
When she runs, she cant hide
She cant see
She cant feel
The darkness is shifting
And ever so real
When she runs
Its like nothing
Shes not moving
There is nothing
Empty
Silent
Black.
When she cries
Her cry hangs still in the air
It shifts with the darkness
But still it is there
Why would she cry, though?
She feels nothing.
Sees nothing.
Is nothing.
But a shadow.
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Tuesday, July 18, 2006
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i have been socially "deprived" this whole summer. but its actually helping me. its so weird. i feel like im more in touch with myself. i laugh a lot more easily and everything. and i am cutting back on sugar and totally eliminating soda from my diet. they used to suck out all my energy. oh yeah, i actually enjoy yoga now! it feels good. and that makes me think somethings WRONG WITH ME
anyways....ive been so lazy the whole summer. but i really REALLY REALLY do not want to go back to school. i cant even count on my fingers all the people that will be pissed at me.
jk jk :)
bye
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