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Björk

JUST CONTINUE

Nevermore, will the immortal days of which my heart fills with grievance, rule my existence. The subtle sunlight that burns at my skin calms me. I think of the many a pondering which has made my existence worst.

It is sad that daily, I dread the possibility of sharing myself with another, yet I know as much that I long for that sense of belonging. My smile comes and goes, like the simple glance of a werewolf, upon the moon.

Euphoria to me is a task that is too hard to achieve. The melancholy I endure each day is just a way in which I express my inner emotions. My thoughts of who I am, has already been eternally scribed.

My pensive nature is the way in which I spend all of my days - nothing but heartache. I want to be able to describe me, me as a flowing playful brook. Having the rush of a waterfall as it tumbles monstrously down the mountain side. The strength to continue to go on and keep moving. This is not what I would ever allow to come about. The thoughts may fill head each day; unfortunately. I fear the confusion the unsightly mess that occurs later. My compulsive self keeps me from doing so no worries.

I am me and for eternal moons have I dealt with insanity that pound inside my head, like a blind mouse as it scurries through a cluttered barn. The clutter than fills my mind allows me to turn the leaves of the book called my life.

I spend many a nights awake and my eyelids without the need of matches to keep then on high. I search for something, maybe a caring good-doer, who might unselfishly talk to this stranger without bias. I am deserted by the ones that make me smile as it comes closer to the hour of the howling dog. It is only him that brings me back to this world, away from the fear within my heart…

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Today's Date is 01/31/03
Beautiful Sky

It is not always that one gets the time to just sit and admire nature, nor are we willing to open our ears and listen to the rose as we walk by in the frost filled morning. Skies such as this are one of the great wonders of the world and we should appreciate it in everyway possible.

 

 

 

 

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