In a place where 'happy home' has no meaning.

Within:

Mon, 13 Oct 2008 06:44:14 GMT

Shut up, stupid girl! You always ruin everything.

I turn and, hearing nothing, cry myself into sleep.

Grip:

Wed, 17 Sep 2008 21:08:17 GMT

I am too restless and anxious for any of this today. Let go of me; I no longer want to feel the reaching fingers of your psyches! And you, and you, and all of them through you. I will turn around three times and, like a witch, change my face and be unseen until the time of my choosing.

Earth:

Wed, 06 Aug 2008 08:19:53 GMT

It occurs to me that I am going to die if I cannot at last put my feet down upon some fertile soil.

Affirm:

Mon, 23 Jun 2008 07:00:45 GMT

I am going to go somewhere tonight.

If I start screaming, please don't wake me.

Now:

Tue, 01 Apr 2008 01:07:06 GMT

What will be, will be.

What must be, must be.

Sleep:

Sat, 15 Dec 2007 06:26:23 GMT

I'm so tired, right now. So tired.

I wish I could preserve it. Too exhausted to pursue escapism and distraction to the degree I do in my normal, daily life, I can look at the world - and, more meaningfully, at my person (that only thing that I can actually change) - with very different eyes. This is the only place wherein I will sit down with myself. Every where else, I am afraid.

I am afraid.

That is a defining feature of my life, once again. Why has fear crept back into my fortress?

Meme:

Wed, 16 Mar 2005 07:10:04 GMT

THIS WAY UP
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clocksong has fragile contents which may break!

'Don't Fade Away'

Sun, 20 Feb 2005 12:55:40 GMT

And we'll dance, through our isolation; seeking solace in the wisdom we bestow.

Turning thoughts to the here and ever-after, consuming fears in our fiery halos.

-DCD

Write to me:

Sun, 06 Feb 2005 08:44:20 GMT

Give me 100 words, or something therelike. I want one of them to be 'ruse', one of them to be 'decline', and one of them to be 'simper'.