My eyes hurt in their bone prisons,
my leaden lids roll over marble,
the stone of my eyes grates againt my skull,
I don't remember when I last truley rested,
I sleep but I remember too much,
Like a vampire waiting in my coffin to feed,
I see more than I used too,
the body eager to tell secrets that words try to guard,
stupid rules that people obey,
games they play in the mud at the feet of miracles,
this world seems so broken and lost,
spiraling into stagnation,
I try to find something to hold my heart,
A feeling to drag me by my soul,
Pulling me from this swamp to someplace I can rest.
I may have no grace in movement,
Yet there is elegance in my mind,
I may have no glory in my voice,
But there is song in my heart,
I may have no beauty in my form,
Though there is intracacy in my soul.
Her voice was beautiful, fractured like a broken mirror. It seemed like her words glittered and sparkled like a kaleidoscope of feeling. In one breath it could almost be a sigh of despair or a gasp of euphoria.
The familiar sound of her voice faded once more into anonymity as the alarm blared its remorseless distaste at being ignored. A hand reached out from under the sheets and quested around on the bedside table, after stopping the alarm it found some paper and a pen and retreated back under the covers. The man caught as much of his dream as he could with his words, trapping it on paper like a butterfly pinned in a box. The whale, a white
I seem to be thinking about her latley, this girl I see in my dreams. It's always the same girl but I never recognise her until its too late and I've woken up. She told me the way when I was lost in the station, She protected me against the vampires, she pulled the fractured parts of me together by asking me to marry her. I always know who she is but I don't know if she exists, I wonder if maybe she is a dream of mine of if maybe she is someone else dreaming too.
To the wishers and the dreamers may you find your lost ones and remember their faces when you wake.
I feel very strange, things have been dwelling on my mind. my family has been having a bit of trouble recently but I think I can cope, I just worry what will happen to them because I don't think any of them would be as able to deal with it as me.
I've been losing sleep, unable to close my eyes at night and stall my brain untill exhaustion claims me. This does have a plus side in that I've been able to muck around with my markers and some writing even if the writing does make me wonder. I feel as if I'm going mad, I want to walk into the middle of town and sream and laugh and cry so hard I can't stand.
I have a strange feeling that people mi
The world feels strange to me right now, it is changing or I am changing or my perception of how things exist has warped. I forgot how to breathe a couple of days ago and I almost passed out. I feel like I'm starting to believe, I feel like magic can exist and the world will listen to me if I speak to it. I feel changes going on but I don't know if I should stop it or if I want to stop it even if I had too.
Someone left some cards in my room and when I picked them up I almot screamed, they had a powerful force flowing through them and had been picked personally for me. It felt like a strong burst of reality energy, Prime. I feel small magics
just dropped by to show some :3 it's been forever since i've looked through your gallery, i refound a picture you drew me waaay back when and just had to stop by!