A shadow of a tear
I may be the evil one, the one that did wrong...or at the very least did not do all that was right.
My guilt overwhelms me and I feel as if I might die, right now, then, again. Crucified on the wall, my soul hangs for you to see. If you ever wish to look. If you ever choose to see.
I don't know what I can do, to...fix this broken thing.
Sweet nose bleed ghost
statuesque white
bruise purple

Go to the window, sit down and watch the rain. Hear how it pitter patters on the leaves, tiny impacts that could kill you now. Venture outside if you dare, feel it rip you open and let your soul fly. This is life, and maybe it is just paper.

At these moments, the ones where I feel full and empty at the same time. Alone and crowded. I think on how...the world makes all the sense in the world and there for none. How life is fickle, and how I don't really value mine. I will stay here to watch the rain. Very few things are so beautiful that I have to catch my breath, but remember the world is in flux and therefore all of you are that thing. As the twilight glows on your skin I see heaven, the fire reflects in your eyes and I see hell.
Is that living? Life?
This?
Another realization; with out the sour the sweet just aint as sweet.
I feel sweet. But my finger tips spell sour for your soul.

what is all of this that I type into the void?
more of my thoughts and if they were on paper you would not really see them, they would be a jumble of words that make no real sense to you, only to me.

Look beside you, my soul is there, crucified. Don't believe me? Look harder. Unfocuse your eyes and let your soul see. Because its there, a piece of me for you to keep.
- posted by Catherine @ 7/06/2004 09:31:00 PM