September 2010
14 posts
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Paranoid Despondency
I can’t say that my thoughts, what they are of, have changed. I have always had a darker mind than most, and - yes - Death is a large topic inside. Mine, in particular. Yet, somehow, they are changing. I think the drug is to blame, and I know I desperately need to schedule an evaluation and switch to a different one.
I had a wonderful evening. I really did. Even still, my mind was drifting....
Independent Thoughts
I’ve been very tired for much of the day. I drug myself out of bed this morning, but I really didn’t want to. I’m not sure if it’s my new medication making me this tired, but if it is, that’s all it’s doing. It’s been three weeks, and it hasn’t made me feel any different. Maybe it’s that I’ve been sick, but I don’t really feel sick...
Revertigo
Last Monday evening, we went to pick up my uncle from the bus station, so that he’d be here for the funeral and everything in the following days. My grandfather, sister, and I drove the 35 minutes to the station, with me lying in the backseat, sicker than a dog with bronchitis and a stress that caused me to puke up every gut in my body, the entire duration of the car ride. I wasn’t...
Silent Nights
The majority of people who know me would say I’m somewhat of a social butterfly. I enjoy the company of others. I enjoy the conversations of others, and especially being a part of them. I am bubbly and outgoing. I can relate to anyone, and no one is a stranger to me. All of this probably comes from the fact that I don’t want to be alone.
In truth, I am incredibly antisocial. There...
Disappear
She is soft and fragile - a dove with a broken wing,
mangled to a point of desperation, giving anything to fly.
I am hard and pointed, all that’s left is the sting
of a broken down life and conflicted soul.
A rose may wither, but the thorns never die.
She is my contradiction, dying for escape.
She stares with such conviction, a frantic gaze
from within the lookingglass -
crying...
Seeing as I am literally sick and tired, I should be sleeping. Instead, I am sitting alone in the darkness, recalling an old recurring dream I had quite frequently as a child. I couldn’t have been more than five or six, because I remember where I was living at the time. I had mostly dark dreams as a child. I was twisted and damaged at even such a young age. This dream, though, it was the...
Collections
I feel no senses. I don’t know what is happening to me. My body is restless, and my mind is filled with its stories. Stories that must be written. I feel as though death is slowly creeping into my cold bones, and I do not recognize this person looking back at me from inside the mirror.
I feel no feelings. Only what is playing out in my head seems real. There is a darkness within me,...