a little bit of a resurrection
my life journal: cutmedown








fuck.


what is left? sitting in darkness. when beauty has been hunted for so long. when stopped to breathe, no thoughts. always looking away, down. can not go there again. will not. already have. burned. scarred. never meant to know truth, beauty. all of it centered around the beautiful.

letting go ;; holding on. fuck.


written on 2004-01-27 at 11:45 p.m.

she / lost