Saturday 1/28/2006 12:18:00 AM

It's gone.



I am not lost. I am found in my hatred. For living.

Time will welcome arrant hearts. Those that never had a home in the life before this.

It wants. It becomes. All that I can be waits there in the dark like a flame undone.

I've found my poison. All that's left to do is take it.

Anonymous said...

Don't commit suicide o.k? I like reading your blog and would like to be able to keep reading it.

Anonymous said...

Yeah, don't you go dyin' on me now woman.

I know you have said that your writing doesn't fully reflect your life, but dang--it gets so friggin' dark sometimes.

I hope you're okay.

Anonymous said...

Woah... back the fuck up. I thought this was going to be a theraputic experience for you not a conterproductive one!

softermaniac said...

istanbulwitch: i can't commit suicide just yet.

dena: i'm as good as i've ever been. relatively speaking.

LNF: the best laid plans of mice and men...

thanx you guys.

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