April 25, 2010 - 7:50am — Sonata
-read more if you don't get pissed off by self pity-
April 25, 2010 - 1:45am — Sonata
IS IT ME?
IS IT?
COULD IT?
April 24, 2010 - 10:55pm — Sonata
-more-
April 24, 2010 - 8:44am — Sonata
all your fears
and your regrets
Because it's not always the s i n n e r s
who are punished.
April 23, 2010 - 4:23pm — Sonata
my deer may be unresponsive and or moody.
it's just a bad cold I think, but it's very unpleasant all the same ;-;
April 23, 2010 - 1:05am — Sonata
This place.
Which seems so alive
Can you
Couldn't you
Can't you
Feel it
dying around you.
all around you?
April 22, 2010 - 10:11am — Sonata
-m-
April 22, 2010 - 7:21am — Sonata
Don't know why I'm so
"Cold"
Takes a lot to make someone so
"Cold"
doesn't it? The warmth here is nice, but I do miss the
"Cold"
I suppose I'll always be a slave to the
"Cold"
Not much you can do to stop it once the
April 21, 2010 - 10:27pm — Sonata
"What is the point of it all..."
The dancing, the chasing, running, resting, their prayers, did anyone even hear them?
Probably not.
Not that something like that would stop them, those whom are secure in their faith are hard to convince that their motions are merely self satisfying motions to carry them through the day.
How foolish.
April 21, 2010 - 6:45am — Sonata
the edge of a mirror.
cold.
muffled.
like the flutter of a nightingale's wing.
like Snow.
Falling.
Cast into a world without sin for his sins.