Mehlda

All I ever asked for, was to love. A single prayer with so much meaning. Looking back I wonder if I should have been more specific. Not necessarily according to physical feature. I should have asked to know them by sight  or "If its really them Lord let the lights flicker three times." Or perhaps I should have asked for the typical kiss that supposedly is so awesome in its power it pops blood vessels. However I sdon't think people will much like me going around and kissing them. So how do you know its them? You don't. Which is why I should have been more specific. So here I am amidst a metaphoric ocean looking at fish. I make fishy faces at

Together in harmony I syncronize with the Silence and the Darkness that surrounds me. A never ending peace that in the end brings none at all inside this quivering flesh. The single lightened trickle of an idea latches itself onto my brain stem and leeches like a parasite. Milking and thirsting for an impossible dream. Images play before my eyes and I can no longer tell the difference between reality and lies. What has become of myself? Once again the symphony wraps itself around me like an old lover. This time is different, it is cold and misplaced lashing and prickling my skin with discomfort. I remain. Struggling as it constricts, my memor

I've been contimplateing on wether or not to post my Fanfiction ideas on here. Or even just the first chapters. What do you think ppl? Okay maybe I should just direct my journals at Caleb since your obvious the only one who reads my journals and comments in the first place.