kickinglovers

On the way Hansel kept stopping and looking around.
"why do you keep looking back hansel?" asked his father.
"I am watching my white kitten sitting on the roof," replied Hansel.
But each time he stopped, Hansel threw down one of the white pebbles.


I feel inverted. Retributed, left standing with mirrors to expose my flaws - the many undisputed retched shits that stand on my skin like budding flower heads in spring.
At a loss for words, numb like infinite silence.
Or it's a nothingness.


I took today sick from work, I'm sure it caused problems but i was shaking as i walked, had and from the shower this morning. I felt sick with a headache. Just wanted the comfort of my bed.

So I listened to the Pulp Fiction album, danced a little with Al Green. Now Ani and I are getting angsty.. Grr. Hot.
I'm playing with my hair a little. I much prefer it being all black.



-saturday image-



it gets harder and harder to say what i want to say on here.
because i'm scared i'll upset or scare someone.
i've given up on many an online journal because of it.
-Kristoph

you should say everything you need to say. but i understand your hesitation not to. trouble is, then it eats u up inside. and then bitterness takes form in ways more destructive.