...through your virgin tissue, a shot of menthol.
it is covered of loss. the jester who lies. a dormant shell of child sprinkled with salt and sand. what begins, always has and always will turn you outside in. aging is the stretching of our souls on the s-curve of time. it is unnatural to live. unnatural to exibit unrealistic energies at times expense. we learn the hard way that we should have stayed on the other side of the door. If you jump of a cliff, all control is lost and your future is predeterminded, you did this, however many years ago. white flash. omega. was your day that bad?
sensing the end of a concentric circle. cycles are ficticious. now is the first time for everything.
it is covered of loss. the jester who lies. a dormant shell of child sprinkled with salt and sand. what begins, always has and always will turn you outside in. aging is the stretching of our souls on the s-curve of time. it is unnatural to live. unnatural to exibit unrealistic energies at times expense. we learn the hard way that we should have stayed on the other side of the door. If you jump of a cliff, all control is lost and your future is predeterminded, you did this, however many years ago. white flash. omega. was your day that bad?
sensing the end of a concentric circle. cycles are ficticious. now is the first time for everything.
tempest:
Thank you 
seska:
Cool journal entry!!!! Me likey!!!!!!!!
