Welcome to my Revenge Journal, curious one. Read 'em and weep, hahaha! That means you, Jade!
3rd-Apr-2007 10:17 pm - I haven't been feeling myself lately. No, at all.
I've given up on this one but here it is anyways...
Alone in the world like a solitary bird who drifts among the clouds, trailing lines of silver mixing with gray and cerulean dabbings. Recording what it sees, remembering, recollecting, recognizing.
Drip, drip drip. A stinging sensation begins, wet trailings downward. The pelting rain just doesn't let up. A tremor as the world's heart clenches its collective strings. Asking, Pleading, Begging, but no answer turns to it.
The booming veins of the earth pump as violent winds part a myriad of pathways, however silence reigns aloud. A minute turning of a coin and a sudden stampede. Surrounded by a million and three, yet it's still vacant.
I don't know the feeling of being needed, of what it means to live or to be living. For fear runs deep. No matter how much comfort I receive, erasing the fear is never possible. Like a season it returns, over and over and over.
Mindlessly adrift now, alone without another flock, nor another soul to confide in. Among the wings of this lonesome bird is a lengthy tale which remains untold.