To see so many variables flitter about in possibility and see the lone singular arise as lone and cold...is curious and strangely comforting.

Hi enemy.

Please douse yourself in liberal amounts of my apathy and general ignoring 

And occasional rolled eyes and muttered prayer. 

Stars and Light

Oh

To see such a sea,

endless waves

an oceans of stars

burning so bright.

How i wish you could see

that we could join hands.

But alas,

some things

are not meant to be.

I miss having my Kitsune in my life...I hooe things reaolve and we can speak again soon.

A mile marker indicating I have not and refuse to yield and die.  

Past and Now

Why must so many memories persist?

Being here in Jacksonville is such a mixed bag.

Memories.

Beauty, pain, love, lies, betrayal... Reminders that humans are in fact human and the word Love is just a word.

We give words their meanings by their actions.

If my life is to have any worth I have to make that choice for myself and my God, is it excruciating

Why?

I am still looking.

I have refused to yield to the Reaper.

That may be my strongest words so far.

One day I will have more answers.

One day soon.

.

 

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

I miss you.

So it seems cold affect Rhuemtoid Arthritis.

Ouchie.

New Year Soon

So close to a new year.

Will the change even matter?

I hope something does.

I have everything and nothing to say.

I think it may be the tears that I hate the most. 

Time and Nights

Time keeps progressing so much faster.

Sands twirling and falling,

being stirred by the unseen winds.

A chill.

Dark is coming.

Silence falling so absolute.

Hope remains.

But how long shall this frail body?

I've seen enough to see the signs

and know the Reackoning 

is near

oh so very Near.

Goodnight.

Thoughts for the Day

Life seems to increase in weird and strange by the day.

Balance is so...hard.

I know ideas of what healthy is, could and should be...but why, what and how?

Seeing what is good and becoming better is harder by the breath.

What mattered.... And what matters are two different world but I do know they are real.

I'm not sure about what thoughts and emotions are real but I do know matter itself is.

And if i am able to think myself into a hole that means I can climb out of it and find my way to a healthy place.

So in short...screw you fake reality!

I reject you and shall substitute my own.

Albeit more realistic and healthy.

Thank You

As much stress, illness, pain and confusion...it is a miracle I have survived.

Thank You Jesus for loving and taking care of me...especially when I have been so selfish and too scared to make any decision.

I hope things will continue to improve someway and somehow.

Merry Christmas

Not muh ican really say except that.

Merry Christmas.

So this is Christmas...

Hope of Hope

One day there will be healing.

Blessed and beautiful days of grace.

As night rises,

so shall it fall

and hope shall burn.

I have naught but this need,

improbable and impossible hope

that there is more.

Night is empty

and so very cold.

But there is hope

of life and warmth.

So close to Christmas.

So tired.

Cold rage.

Need rest.

You are my Nightmare

Time will persist,

moment agonizing moment

as each grain of sand

marks a passage.

Black burns 

fading into white

as every moment reminds.

Lilies and lilacs 

blossom

becoming such sweet lies,

hiding behind smiles

becoming 

your grotesque sins.

Smiles and stares

dripping sweet venom,

leaving never healing wounds.

Your smile is necrotic

burrowing into my soul

and I love you

for very wound

fueling my self hatred.

Blank pages

ink faded,

broken promises

written with our blood.

Promises and oaths 

barely coherent lies.

The broken shell of what was

and reminders of what could have been.

Solace in knowing

you aren't worth the effort

it takes to rhyme

and create cohesive structure.

Broken Sense of Freedom

I realize I have been wrong to expect anything from someone so emotionally immature and incapable of adult like communication. The easy thing would be to say there is no point...oh but that is such a lie.

There is a point.

So vivid and clear.

Painted with pain.

It's a masterpiece that will not be finished until I take my last breath.

Just know I am done wasting effort and energy and breath.

If I was going to spend energy it would just be negative and pointless wastes of be and being.

So I can breath and smile at death.

And After All, Chaos

Words continue to fail me non-stop.

Even if I knew what to say and when to say it, I am not sure I could even go through with speaking.

I think a safe number much prefer my lies to the truth.

Though majority is mostly inconsequential.

What does life look like?

Beyond this charade?

Lip synching nonsense?

What does it feel like to have things matter?

To not just feel everything deeply at once but to be able to differentiate between them all and pick to feel good?

I wish I could simply embrace the good and let of ill.

Maybe it is as easy as some claim.

Or there is some fundamental flaw inside of me that makes it dificult for somethings to make sense at all.

I suppose some things are better left as dreams. 

So.