"It's not about wanting to die." she said, crouched like a dragonfly, ephemeral, on my loveseat. "It's about not wanting to live. To have to continue to take step after step when inside, you are just not there anymore." She sighed, and stared out the window at the sun twinkling behind the leaves. "I just have no reason to live, no essence de la vie, no point to anything. There are moments where I am happy, sure, but at the end of the day I'm just a gear, spinning spinning with no soul. When this skin was filled at the beginning, I have a feeling that they never intended it to last this long. I've run out of gas. I'm struggling to keep moving
There's only so much time
to love the ones you've found
and I'm afraid of all the time
i'm missing
waiting here in this messy room
here in this office chair
here against the window
rain running down the glass from both sides
the tick tock of the clock
is a fearsome sound
what happens if now is all we have?
I don't want to miss a second of our life
I've seen too much disaster
too much ill-fortune
to hold much hope with the future
But I have here
and I have now
if I only had you it'd all be complete
But, I forget.
Life doesn't work that way
We don't plan for the worst
we just assume that life will
be the same tomorrow
as
At night, I drive, and on the way
I empty out my skin
that's filled with dusty grains of sand
and the tiny corpses of ant lions
some still wriggling, attempting
to burrow back into the sinking piles
that pour from the seams
I make little incisions,
here,
and here,
to let the sand pour out faster
eager to start afresh.
It's difficult to hold the wheel
when you are an empty husk
but the danger makes the transition
even more beautiful
I think
When every last grain has trickled out
and flown out the open windows
of my mother's Sentra
I start the rebuild
I gather the pieces and parts
that I'll need
A couple glimpses of the s
"It's not about wanting to die." she said, crouched like a dragonfly, ephemeral, on my loveseat. "It's about not wanting to live. To have to continue to take step after step when inside, you are just not there anymore." She sighed, and stared out the window at the sun twinkling behind the leaves. "I just have no reason to live, no essence de la vie, no point to anything. There are moments where I am happy, sure, but at the end of the day I'm just a gear, spinning spinning with no soul. When this skin was filled at the beginning, I have a feeling that they never intended it to last this long. I've run out of gas. I'm struggling to keep moving
At night, I drive, and on the way
I empty out my skin
that's filled with dusty grains of sand
and the tiny corpses of ant lions
some still wriggling, attempting
to burrow back into the sinking piles
that pour from the seams
I make little incisions,
here,
and here,
to let the sand pour out faster
eager to start afresh.
It's difficult to hold the wheel
when you are an empty husk
but the danger makes the transition
even more beautiful
I think
When every last grain has trickled out
and flown out the open windows
of my mother's Sentra
I start the rebuild
I gather the pieces and parts
that I'll need
A couple glimpses of the s
Current Residence: In Georgia for the rest of the summer deviantWEAR sizing preference: As small as they come Favourite genre of music: Rock, Ska, pretty much Everything Favourite cartoon character: Kyo. ^^ Personal Quote: It's better to have people think you are stupid, than open your mouth and remove all doubt.
Favourite Visual Artist
Salvador Dali
Favourite Movies
Pride and Prejudice
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Too many to list
Favourite Gaming Platform
WII YAY!
Tools of the Trade
GIMP, Corel Painter X, Copic Markers, Prismacolors, pencil, paper, what litte imagination I have
Well, things are pretty frustrating on this side of the computer screen lately. I've been trying to find a job, and failing, in an epic way.
Hopefully, though, things'll pan out for me eventually..in the meantime I'll just keep myself busy with job hunting and stupid doodles.
Have you ever felt completely and utterly lost? Like your life is in utter shambles and you don't know how t put it back together again? I'm there...I've been there for awhile now.
I'm not really sure what I'm living for anymore. I take that back, I know exactly what I'm living for, but it's not for myself. I don't care about myself anymore. I'm just going through the motions.
I can't bring myself to do anything worthwhile or requiring effort. I sleep long hours, but only in the middle of the day. I miss classes and assignments. I'm doing stupid self destructive things.
I'm beginning to wonder if it's worth it. Wondering if I should just