roxxee

Yes the new pic is lovely, but you know, it's really me. How I am in the morning. It's real and I like that about this picture. It was taken by my hunny and I can't say I don't find something I like about it. Perhaps it's what he see's and that's just the way I am.
Halloween is fast approaching and I carved a pumpkin that promptly rotted three days later. Damn pupmkins. I think I'll be a witch this year. We're headed to our favorite club for a night of drinking and dancing. It doesn't get much better than that. Que no?
I've been rather pre-occupied as of late and as such my journal has suffered. Soon all will be back in order and I can start updating more often.

Clean...
Forget the past. I swept the memories free of truth. This perfect picture of an honest experience. Come home to a lie of a place and a past and kiss and a fuck and where does it all lead? Home is where I come in from in the cold and take off my shoes. A place in a memory I held in a box and kept safe in the confines of my mind. Too many memories and people to sort it all out. It's like a road side accident, a horror too real to look away. I ran so far and my mind stayed behind but the truth has set me free from it's grasp. No more tears. No more pain. No more guilt, I've gone away and it's the honesty of my departure that is different. Distance is the secret I kept from myself. Trapped in my failing mind I was wrecked and full of grief for this place, this lie.