a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








going this way


These things that I know. These things that rush to my head, do not stop. And the violence is scaring the life out of me. The hate, why, the hate? What am I missing? I need to go back, I need to go away, I need to escape.

I turn on the TV and I see something worse and worse everytime. I am so very afraid. Things can not keep on going this way.

This is me. Dark blue under light blue. Stretched across a tight, empty canvas of life. And paint is getting thrown at me. Brilliant, lucid colors, flying my way, flying at me, on me, through me.

I am so very afraid.


written on 2003-05-07 at 10:18 p.m.

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