Some things are kind of like eternal scabs I think.
No matter how long they have been untouched, they haven’t really healed up. Still bleed easy.
Daswolven
Some things are kind of like eternal scabs I think.
No matter how long they have been untouched, they haven’t really healed up. Still bleed easy.
What the hell… fried-a chicken.
Damnit.
Reflecting…
Someone was playing footsie with me earlier.
Of the myriad things in this world that I can claim no true comprehension of, the most perplexing is my own intent towards the future. Also the most threatening. Like walking naked into a storm, with no haven to return safely to.
Of course, there is thrill in the same, and strength.
Still alive, barely. Working on my resurrection. Plan in place, and might even make it back here soon. Miss the people here.
Life without love is meaningless.
Love without life is necrophilia.
That is all.
Proof of me. :)
In the desert
I saw a creature, naked, bestial,
Who, squatting upon the ground,
Held his heart in his hands,
And ate of it.
I said, “Is it good, friend?”
“It is bitter - bitter,” he answered;
“But I like it
Because it is bitter,
And because it is my heart.”
