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I will not take the walls down around me but I will make a door.

A door is easier to close than rebuilding the walls around me again.

(Febuary 24, 2014)

She was born to fly and he is so grounded sometimes.

He would make her more normal if he could, and whilst part of her wishes to be that way for him,

another part gets the urge to run every time she realizes it's true.

(Febuary 24, 2014)

We are trapped in an endless darkness,

trying to grasp the smallest ray of light,

yet finding only shadows accompanied by screams.

I can't tell anymore if they're mine or yours.

(April 7, 2014)

The only constant in life is that it goes on. Among other things, like pain. Loneliness. It all lasts much longer than they ought to, and it's hard to hold onto something when every time you try, it turns to ash in your hands and you're left with nothing and no one. Even your shadow disappears when the sun sets. You could scream until you lose your voice, but who's going to be around when nothing comes out of your mouth? Not even a whisper or an echo.

(Dec 8, 2012)

There's something lonely about the realization that people only know what you want them to.

(April 1, 2014)

There are some memories that never fade over time.

They are too brutal to be forgotten.

Instead they turn into dreams, nightmares.

At some point in those nightmares you start wondering whose screams you're hearing;

those of the people you've hurt, or the people you've lost.

Then you wake up and realize those screams are your own. 

(May 15, 2013)