OMG I have like, 10 comissions to post >.< At varying stages of work, some are done but I am waiting to get the whole load of drawings all prepped and uploaded soon.

Second thing... Finally, after so long waiting, the judge ruled in my favor. I have disability now in WA state for being mentally ill bad enough that I can't work (Or handle kids said one doctor -.-) I hate being this way, but the state is helping now.. I don't have to cry anymore. No more pain and suffering.. Soon I will get to see my mates, soon everything will be okay. This is why I have been so late on comissions..
The stress almost killed me. My own self esteem is horrible. But I can get better now.
Mom will no longer cry. I don't have to be a burden because I am unusual and strange to take care of. I can rest in my tiny asylum in peace..

mood: drained

Dear Santa, I know I haven't been good this year,
I know I don't deserve anything for free..
But I have a request, if you don't mind,
Cuz we're poor and can't buy gifts, you see..
I want you to give one extra gift each,
under my friends' christmas trees..
Give them something they've wanted badly,
and sign it to them, from me...

And I know this christmas will be very bleak,
I can't even afford a tree..
There'll be no special dinner for us to seek.
and it makes me sad,deep down..
I can't give anything from me.

I cry every night cuz I can't figure out
how to give just something nice..
I'd sure like your help please Santa,
like something that can more than suffice..
Leave one extra gift for them to find,
oh please mister crinkle give me advice..
Cuz I am empty handed this year..
because I'm still walking on thin ice..

And I know this christmas will be very bleak,
I can't even afford a tree..
There'll be no special dinner for us to seek.
and it makes me sad,deep down..
I can't give anything from me.

If only I could find a way to pay for things,
I don't even know what they'd ask for..
I wish I could be normal this year,
but I'm lucky to still have a front door..
And I know I've been bad, just help me out please,
give those I love something they want more..
because I'm suffering the pain in the heart,
just do do something right,make thier hearts soar..

And I know this christmas will be very bleak,
I can't even afford a tree..
There'll be no special dinner for us to seek.
and it makes me sad,deep down..
I can't give anything from me.

Thank you santa

mood: depressed

Turns out the cyst in my skull is not harmful luckily, and they don't need to do anything but watch it so far. Which is good news overall, as I don't really need my brain drilled.
So on another note,
I'm restarting the ghost hunting group around my area due to personal interests. It's like an addiction, sweet and sorrowful for me. I enjoy the hunt and the presence of spirits, lets just hope I don't bring any more home with me.
On one hand I'm scared of ghosts, they are unseen forcess, hints of stronger powers than my logic can come up with. They are recordings in walls of past events so big that they left a psychic imprint in the area for a good long time, often the death or part of the life of the victim. They bring chills to my spine and a cold trill to my heart, especially when I start finding unusual things in recordings and photos.
On the other hand I enjoy the thrill like a rush of adrenaline when I cannot explain the paranormal. Something draws me closer to the sites where ghosts play back memories over and over, being drawn to a part of the past perhaps. Maybe I find it beautiful in a morbid way as I understand that the imprint replays like a tape recorder in a 'haunted' house.
Either way, I'm recruiting new members into the society, which has yet to be named. Which means I need to write up a disclaimer contract and have those who want to join me sign it. I've already set up a good ghost hunting trip, to Manresa Castle in a nearby town, reputedly haunted by one or two past occupants of the old mansion, now used as a restaraunt, lounge and hotel. I asked the manager for free leeway to conduct a small group inspection of the place, not in any rooms but within the halls and main corridors of the place.
After all, every journey starts with onse small step. I'll be making a website for the searches we do, soon. I'll post it soon in this same entry as an edit.
Oic, I have a bad stomach ache, I think I'll go nap now X.X

location: Chasing Ghosts mood: sick music: Suffocating right- NeuroticFish

Dunno I had to post something. Nothing's wrong in my life, not quite right either.
I had the piss scared out of me earlier, they found a cyst in my skull on my CT scan. So they MRI'ed me- Should be a harmless cyst btw. Well MRI's are in these claustrophobic tubes and plus I didn't like having three huge syringes f dye and saline injected into me while I was supposed to sit still o.o;; LOL so yall can laff, big ol tomboy from hell hates medical equipment,
In any case, must keep drawing..
I'm in good spirits today ^^

location: Here music: Sugar (sweet thing) - Dyad10

Prayer for the Insane


There is really no excuse, for some ways that I act.
Often, you know I wish, I could take some of it back.
Please mock not me, as I bow my crooked head,
and apologise for the nasty words I have said.
Or for all those things I shouldn't really have done,
or emotional battles I failed to have so truly won.
It isn't just medicine, doctors, pain, and stresses,
my sheer lack of self helps make these whole messes.
For all my knowlege, my wisdom, and my thought,
since my life began this condition I struggled, fought.
I wish all the people I know here could see..
It's really not as bad as it appears to be.
Please mom, don't cry, it's not you who's to blame,
Even if life were different, I would still be the same.
I pray my friends hear these words I can't say,
"I'm really not angry, inside I'm having delay."
Think not of me silly, I pray think this instead..
"I am who you see, if you can see inside my head.
I really don't suffer long when you see me cry,
instead comfort from you helps recloud these eyes.
I pray you can know how much it truly means,
when you can fully understand my tearing seams.
Or you feel for me as wise as I stand,
young at heart I need your helpful hand.
If I don't immediately say 'sorry,'
I'm ashamed at my inner party.
I really don't want my flow taken, from me, away.
I have so much fun when my mind and I play.
I pray you see I'm not always good at correcting bad,
but I still try when there's little strength to be had.
I pray those I love dearly, to I can confide,
cans sense this powerful not cursed.. I hide.
I don't always stumble, don't dare pity me.
With me walk, and please dont you flee.
I'm healing as fast and as best that I can,
without losing the parts that make who I am.
I pray not to hurt them, forever because..
I'm trying to be better than who I once was."

-(Pennames) Wolvensilver. Jeremiah Mckeal

location: Home mood: confused

Fuck you all, your broken promises. You all forget about me when you can and I'm tired of it. NO MORE ART. I quit drawing. I will force myself you quit, you ingrates fucking suck when I give you gifts. You fucking SUCK at helping me achieve the one thing Iwant and promised to me. Go to hell, I'll rip your nads off there. NO MORE ART. Have a nice day =3

More and more I realize how lonely and tired I am, alone. Fucking alone I get to sit on new years too. Another year, another four seasons of lonliness. Shoot me. Shoot me now, so I don't suffer. I have to go to a wedding and be someone I am not. Alone. Everyone is happy but me. Shoot me, or I'll drink myself to death.


Boogie Wonderland- Happy feet ST
Midnight creeps so slowly into hearts,
Of those who need more than they get
Daylight deals a bad hand,
To a penguin that has laid too many bets

The mirror stares you in the face and says
Baby, uh uh it dont work
You say your prayers through you dont care
You dance and shake the hurt
Dance boogie wonderland

location: Eternity music: Boogie wonderland - Brittany Murphy

But instead learning to cope that was the hardest part. It still is, dear god I wish I could make them understand.. I wish. I held it in so well I forgot I was scared and sad.. And now I remember how it feels to cry.
I miss me too.
I know you all miss me, but the me I miss still isn't the same you remember. But still the me you know. Days have passed and yes, I've healed some from the shock, but the wounds are very deep. Not all of them from trauma. I wish I could be me, but it's hard.
I know, it looks so easy, but this is hard for me. I can't tell you how I feel. I can't enunciate this pain, it's not like any other. I want help, but not from a doctor. I want more strength, I want to beat this. I know I will..
Oh god but I have a long way to go. I can't bring myself to cry near people. That part of me seems lost.. I think I lost some pieces, but not enough to lose my true colors. I'm fighting. I'm trying, I even make the effort to show that I can't control it by letting my friends know how hard it is, how much it hurts. And it never hurts painfully..
It dully throbs. It hurts a little at a time until I can't take it. I cry, or I sit and realize how I can never be the same again, I can't be the old me.. But I can still remember who I am at least. I know that's all they want from me. I'm trying to be so strong, I'm doing so well. But I can't stop what was made to help me.
I'm turning into a monster, I'm afraid of me. I'm not angry. I'm not mean, and yet I can't even control it anymore. And it hurts, because they are supposed to help me, that's why I'm traumatizing myself like this.. They promised help. I'm worse now, and I don't understand why they can't just realize what's really wrong with me? I have a disability but it's very clear it isn't what they are treating. I can't remember why I'm fighting sometimes, but I know it's because inside I know that I'm being influenced. Everyone shows such faith in me, and yet I wait.. Until they're all asleep.. And I cry. I'm now scared of being a dissapointment. And I cry harder, because evn though I made everything right, I know I'm not okay.
I can be all okay as I want to.
But inside that doesn't fix the wounds that can't be healed by a doctor or psychologist. They aren't made to be fixed that way, not for me. I don't trust many. I keep going because the state demands me to.. But that's worse than being raped. They don't know me, and I can't tell them because they will look at me funny, they scare me. I don't want thier help, they hurt me more.. But learning that the only thing they can give me so far for depression can also make me that very monster I used to be.. I feel hopeless even though I know I will pull through. I owe it to all the people who can see me, and know that I CAN do it..
Dear god I wish someone knew how badly I just want to be held. Not always, just now.. In my weakest moment. How I want someone to show me that it's okay to hurt on the outside. I will always be strong, and gentle, and kind and loving. I won't give up, I know it's hard but I also know I am better than that.
It just never stops the hurt.
Secretly, I cry. I want them to stop hounding me. I need help but not like that.. I need support until I can stand from the state.. But my friends I don't expect help from because they've tolerated me. From the bowels of hell they still heard me scream. They still raced to save me even though I had no idea who I was from all the pills. I remember the events yes, and I won't lie.. Sometimes they hurt. What hurts worse is that there are some who walked along side me that fell along the way.
I still miss Caysea. I keep looking outside, praying it was all a bad dream. Snow falling over his grave so gently, I want him to wake up for me and one more time, one more damn time walk along with me so I know I'm not crazy. I tried so hard to keep him. He meant so much, and in the end I let go for his sake as a final thank you. I still hear him meowing in my head, I want to pet him, I keep thinking I will feel better if I carry his collar.. But he haunts me. I know he is sad I still grieve, but I can't stop. He was there for me, every god-damned step. He walked me through hell, just like he promised to as a kitten.. And then, as soon as I was safe again, as soon as his job was done, he fell away from me with a damned smile. He knew he did what his life was for. What dad got him for me for. To protect and remind me that I can always come home to mom and he. To calm me in the storm, and make it just a little easier to accept that which was happening. I'll be a goddamned fool if I didn't realize that Caysea did just that. From Dad's cancer, through everything.. Rape, my own anger.. He was there to remind me. Even in ohio, on the way home... He held on those last few days. A single cat yes, but the only difference is that he had a purpose. And just as soon as my trauma was over, He finally died knowing that he'd done just what he'd wanted. Walked me through the fire, even though he burned alive and I still have to heal, the hardest part I put myself through by accident or not, he was there. And to this moment I still hear him peeping at me from the door. No matter how many times I open it, I know I can't see him even though he's there.
Dad's gone, and I do have my other cats. But unlike caysea, they are my children. From the start, Caysea was my brother. My cats comfort me, but I don't expect them to walk me through this. Sure a friend could, but it's not what I need.. I need a silent ambassador to remind me when I lose control, that I can still hold on even if I think I can't. Dad's dog Angel died, as if to say that that pert of my life, the memories there, are ready to move on. But I am too, I just can't ask for help. It's so hard yes, but it's my goddamn fault I'm here. I'm lucky that I get help, I'm so unconditionally happy, I won't let it go to waste. It's my job to keep fighting, everyone's rooting. I honestly don't know how much strength I truly have right now. But there's no use in quitting for uncertainty, I promised to be better. I promised people things and I have to carry on, pretending I am healing even as the outbursts become rage, and I crumble at other's feet. I still can't feel sometimes. I'm scared I won't be able to as well. I don't like that I was born with this neurological disorder, it's both a cruel world and a gift, because sometimes I can't even tell I'm hurting.
The only hint I have is that I don't understand others. And I can't get them to understand me. It seems I lost my ability to express to others that I would like to be petted, because I was laughed at. Hurt so bad I can't enjoy touch long. I was mocked, I was pointed at, because I was slow on the outside. I don't think they ever realized how much of me they burned away. If only I could look at those who care, and just be me, and just fucking cry until I got it all out. If only I wasn't so scared of being a monster, if only I could trust again. This would be so much easier. Yet...

In the end... I can't even cry until they are all asleep. I still feel like they are laughing at me. And the gentle, sweet one evryone knows, is socially unable to reach out fully.
I just hope they understand, I'm still trying hard. Sometimes, I'll break down, but don't abandon me. I don't mean it. It's not my fault and I'm scared too. But I'm still glad you trusted me. It was worth it in the end, just to prove to you all I'm not a monster. Deep down, I never die. I won't. I just hide. No, I don't want to be found sometimes.. Yet there are times I wish I knew how to reach out and just say, tears and all, that I just need a quiet night in someone's lap.
I'll prove you right. I'll win. I just don't know how yet.

Dear god thank you. Thank you all.. Thank you for seeing me even though I cannot see myself sometimes. Thank you for understanding even when I can't speak, and for daring to try even while I was in the throes of madness.. Thank you for remembering who I am when I couldn't. I can never repay you the sense of honor, appreciation I have for all you've done and are doing..

location: Within mood: indescribable music: 3 Doors Down-Here without You

I thought I chained you. I thought I had you bore to the ground. Snarling, clawing, black and wild.
I had you contained, beast. Now you're back, a wild thing, angry with everyone. How do I ride you, you nasty, creepy crawly creature? I can't control you- you evil devil. I've lashed you and fought you for weeks now, I realize it's the medicines. Once they raise my dose so far I get so angry. I must call the doctor, I have to stop this now. I am not the monster, but I'm very quickly realizing that my aggression is rising threefold every day.
Like a tamer with only a chair between herself and the lion, you can only fight so much against something chemically wrong with you.
He broke his chains again.

mood: angry

I can't say I don't know what's happening to me. It's very clear in my mind. a numbness maybe, or perhaps an unforgiving chill. It's so easy for people to feel these days. To enjoy, to love even. I struggle to understand half of it. It's winter now, and I see the most beautiful snowflakes outside. Wasn't it just yesterday that the trees were in full bloom? Maybe that's just me. I'm young, what a silly malkavian I am! But I feel so very.. Very old now. There's little I haven't seen in life, and oh, how I envy those who feel true love.
For me, there is no such thing. I am a monster. Not the roleplay vampire I put up as a faquade, no.. I have paid for a pact. I understand a lot more than I let on. Or maybe, I understand but do not have the ability to let on. But as a price for that golden wisdom so many seek, I see feelings, emotion, and society as a mask of what truly lies beyond it. Most people fear it, but in reality it's the most beautiful universe. Emptiness, a silence where everything is understood, no secrets or lies. All the world is at your hands, and all you have to do, is enjoy it.
The funniest thing is, to understand all of that, the multitude of complexities therin, you forgo the ability to enjoy it. Like giving the blind the ability to see, but no voice of which to tell the others. I can see how to fix the problems, to make others love eachother more.. But I.. I cannot seem to feel anymore. I don't feel love. Only vague affection. I cannot become aroused, I can no longer feel sad. I think, I sort of exist. Examining everything as if under a microscope. I do not mean feel in the literal sense, but in the sense that I no longer understand it. It's something non vital to me, and yet somehow it means the entire world.
Like that fabled broken mirror.. I can see from every point of view imagineable. But I can no longer see me, and it's a concept so hard to convey that many will look here and simply describe me as emo. But no. I am not, for even now I feel no sadness, no pain, nothing.. Just this list in my head of wishes that I want to feel. I'd like to feel, just for a night. An endless eternity that I may not touch again. I do not try to lay my burdon on others, but I so easily become so very upset at thier closed minded persuits. I cannot help it. And in the end, it makes me look like the fool that I so willingly portray myself as. That's fine. At least they expect no less of me, and I am not thought of to live up to unworthy goals.
For others they have thier game of live, love, and persuit. For me I can watch, but not participate because I know the tricks, the strings and how to get desired results.
Regret is a faultered word, it means so much to so few. I regret, but not for things I did not do. I regret the things I have done. I've seen death, killing, I've seen and made to pass life, and I've seen consequence. My allies have fallen beside and with me, and I have stood up each time with new strength, I would never give up. My chains of sins cannot be answered to any god, but alas, when there is only yourself to answer to, those lines become a blur and you no longer stand in the realms of social acceptance. I've helped others, and saved thier lives, and I regret not speaking to those whom I had truly felt affection for, the time to do so has passed. Here, in the snow, the depths of the mind are as silent as the icy world outside.. And like many animals in a wintered forest, my thoughts linger away, they're still there. But no one is there to hear them.

location: Gone mood: complacent music: Newman-any other name

Yay! I got to go see my friends acrossed the pond! Fun times, mini art-jam and a crazy... ME of random characters going Completely whacked with my muse and mood. All because I changed My routine (which has been the same for 3 months,) And became a liftt le more stressed than I had anticipated really. I managed to Keep it under control with some help from friends. Being away from others left me unable to cope, understand, or even reply in a correct manner as I was accustomed. Instead I got scared For a bit there. It's ok, doin' much better as I draw. Julia's Bridal shower is coming in a day! =) Although I think my turkey day is going to be interesting no less.
Is it me, or do I just sometimes suck at art compared to some? Ah. Well. I need to take pill, fwee! Will write again soon!

location: NYOB mood: Scattered! music: Bush~ Chemicals Between Us

I'm alieeeeeeve... lol. Will post better entry soon. Much happier.

location: NA mood: cheerful music: Rap Ga,e-Eminem

You know I can go for weeks being happy and carefree and not say a damn thing about how much wrong there is in my life. I can help people with thier problems and only mention my dog died. I don't even have time to mourn her because *gasp* I have to find money for a bridesmaids dress for my best friend's wedding, and I don't want to let her down. I can't fucking GO anywhere because my mom is PISSING BLOOD and the doctor she goes to SUCKS. So I have to watch her, home, alone and tired and lonely. Apparently they keep forgetting I CANNOT WORK, therefore I'M BROKE. I have no car, no lisence! No goddamn time but that which I sit here, watching mom, heloping mom, sober, tired, lonely GODDAMIT. And I can SIT here for HOURS and HELP listen to everyone else's problems without BITCHING about my FUCKING OWN GODDAMN PROBLEMS! I am living off the goddamn food bank. We live off FOOD stamps and what the government will stop TAKING from us! NO ONE has the gas to come see me and just you know- SPEND AN HOUR to make it all better, do something with me or try and HELP the situation. Fucking AY. I can only smile so goddamn long and be happy before I just DIE of misery! When do I get to go relax huh? *storms off crying*

location: Nowhere you even CARE mood: cranky

Today I let go of a friend. And I never even cried, because the tears I would have shed were taken by my mother so that I would be there to soothe her.
At about noon, the vet confirmed she was dying, and so my father's dog Angel laid in a cage waiting for her own release. I was not there, but I recieved a phone call surrounded by tears. She never had to say it- I knew my mom was making a hard choice.
And all I said to her was this.
"I told you what to do. Dad is calling her, it's okay to let go now. They're waiting for her and she's no longer living here with us. Let her sleep."
That's all mom needed to hear. Tonight, I bury one of the few memoirs of my father, she's running to him as we speak. Tail wagging, ears perked and barking happily.
But at least I'm not sad. I knew it was coming. Angel is an angel now, and I was prepared. Now I'm relieved. No more pain for my father's puppy.

location: Gone mood: calm music: Midnight in a Perfect World - DJ Shadow

I'v seen many posts on this.
Many.
I agree, for every ten people that talk and mourn of the original wildlife warrior, Steve Irwin, there will always be one person who says "You're making too big a deal of it." I am not that person, but to those people, maybe he didn't mean that much to you, but to others he stood for things that were the last semblances of humanity left in the now-warring world. You're not wrong for your opinions, because your emotions, your views and thought of life differ from say, my own. Trust me- I understand that.
But please. Don't harp on the people that spilled thier heat out for his loss. I watche the most well composed and beautiful memorial that was sent to me today. The entire thing was spoiled by a comment.
Someone posted a comment saying "You all suck, making too big a deal of it. You didn't even KNOW him!" And the entire page underneath the art was devoted to a war of who was right and who was wrong. Please, if you don't think the same, don't stab at those that tried, or those that mourn.
In a way they are right, we DIDN'T know him personally, but unlike any other show host, he did not play a character or an announcer. Whether he fell facefirst in the mud or professed undying love for his crocs, he never wore a mask. Unlike many, he allowed everyone to know who he was. I could say he wouldn't even care who we were, the one's reading the headlines and crying when we found out Steve had died. I'd be wrong, reguardless if he didn't know our names, as seen in every performance at the zoo, he looked at everyone as a friend, a potential soldier in the war for dying species.
I am one of the people who mourns, not just for the show- The man behind it. Three friends of mine, Amanda, Julia, Alex, and I wanted to BE that man. Not many people at all get to start out thier life owning a zoo. Many less would even devote nearly all thier salary to buying land and creating wildlife reserves all over where they lived. Even less than that would be able to spare time to be a wonderful father and husband after caring for over 100 animals a day. We had wanted to go see that zoo one day. I personally had wanted an autograph from the one man in the world that was one of the last hopes for the most dangerous, and endagered animals in the world.
I also saw something that made me sad. Avenge the death of the hunter. Kill the stingrays. Why? For one, it is merely an animal, unable to think like us. It doesn't know it killed an icon. It didn't mean to. (It's not like crocs and rays conspired to openly hunt him.) And second of all, I understand your anger. I know you want to blame somebody, kill something to make it all better. It's natural. However, no matter what anger you hold, if you're truly that angry, you cared a lot. And if you cared a lot, you'd know- He was out there promoting the conservation of those beautiful sharks. How do you think he'd feel, if he knew you were out there killing them because of his death? Upset. Guilty, starting the holocaust of the rays. Why not move out, and be the one to prevent people from killing them, and strive to preserve the deadly things that eventually lead to his passing?
That's my piece. My peace.
I'll personally never get an autograph. I'll always choke back a tear when I remember that our hero isn't out there wildly flailing and running after snakes and 'diles. But hey. Not much I can do about it. Rest in peace Steve, we'll be workin' for ya down here mate.
And now that I've made a fool of myself, I'm off to continue playing the fool. What do fools know? Not sure. But hey, the insane can't be wrong all the time. Maybe someone will take my advice, I'm good enough as an improv doctor now aren't I?

mood: nostalgic music: 3 Doors Down-"Here Without You"

There are no more boundaries now.
Fallen glass is what I am,
fallen glass is who I see.
Fallen glass is raining down.
Fallen glass is inside me.
I have to hold the mirror so all can see now. It cuts, I bleed, I cry, I will not die however. I will be strong in the face of my adversaries, I will uphold the honor that I have left. I cannot change the burdons of my past.
Those chains I will carry to my death, I no longer dwell in the realm of holy or damned.
I dwell the realm of dreams and insanity, it's time I started acting like it. There is no more future. The future is what will come, and what will come, will come to pass. Every chain burns my flesh, I cannot heal the wounds. What I can do is display them with a pride no longer seen in the world to this day. I hold the galaxies in my palm and the thread of life in my heart.
I will not deviate now. I am not insane but purely sane in a world without logic anymore. The rich may live well and the poor may be the chosen, but the struggling and those caught in the vortex see what really lies beyond that wondrous veil. The veil lifted for us, and by resuming our path we truly find the light between demons and angels.
Where a government chains alike minds, the deviants are thrown to rot and shatter. I will not rot, instead in glory I will hold high my reflective shards and gaze upon you all. I will show you the true path to life, the true path that must be taken. They believe there is no work behind it, but the work is in enduring the pain of the flight.
Look into one of my little windows, challenger. Your eyes will bleed and your heart will ache vehemently, I do remind of you. The path is long, the twisted kingdom spires of thorns, the clouds no more than your inhibitions and fears. Cast not them aside, embrace them and no longer hold back.
Enact your fear, cry out in despair. Sing in joy, do not hide your nature my dear. Hold your emotions in reguard and fight only what will hinder the taunt you create. Be the fool, your shame is your own and the payment is only that pale reflection. Do not be afraid to drop it.
Drop it childe.
Drop the mirror. Break it. Shatter it, forget who you were and only live in the joyous, arduous singing that has forlorn the common world to sparkle in the myriads of unsung songs. Hold firmly to nothing, and hold onto what means everything. I will not hold back my screams when they clutch my throat. I will not restrain the tears, I will not withold my jokes. If they don't like me they fear me. If they do not fear me they hate me. And to hate me allows a path for me to eat your soul away. I will devour all the haters. Thier lives consumed in the wrath they seek to inflict upon me, they will die fearlessly as I thrive on their very lifeblood. Hate me. Hate me.
Feed me.
In the end I will be the immortal. You watch. Fallen glass..
Fallen glass I see around me.
Fallen glass I do not fear.
Fallen glass I float within me.
Fallen glass- protecting all I hold dear.

location: In your very soul. mood: indescribable music: Oomph! - Augen Auf

And here I am. Soon to add a legitimate post.

location: My head! mood: calm music: The Kovenant- Stars by Stars