The perfect years of childhood.
You were the only one I wanted to brush my hair,
because you had magic hands.
You’d let me sit on your lap as you’d twist strands of damp hair into braids
Ooh, the innocence of childhood.
the ride out had been beautiful sunshine tickled our hair and caressed our eyelids we were happy, well rested, and ready. the long weekend was over before it had a chance to start and the rain was beginning to fall covered in rain ponchos our exhausted faces became covered with the well known mixture of [...]
deer in headlights.
that’s what it feels like.
they tell me the answer
give the diagnosis
and leave me standing there
and just about dead
why can’t i get some of them?! all of the questions i find myself asking don’t have them. when is it going to be okay again? when am I going to be okay? why is life worth living? why does it have to be me? i could easily go on. for once, i would like [...]
i love it!
i sort of wish it wasn’t so expensive.
so i could pain on it more often.
i deal with my sketchpad, and i paint.
Theatre is the best legal way to get high. It’s where I come alive, and it’s a place to be home. Theatre in one moment: closing night. The final bow. We extend our hands to the director, to each other, and we bow. We earned this. We are alive. The audience is on their feet, [...]
stem. its the center, core. they say all of the crap that goes on stems from my disease. stupid disease, but I guess it is like my stem. it’s my core. it’s what defines everything i do. it isn’t a part of me, it ~is~ me. stupid depression. please go away. time for me to [...]
assisted. as in you helped me. i’ve got a story to tell i suppose: Last night, Sharayah, you were there when I needed you. You assisted me in my moment of weakness. I was just about ripping at the seams and bleeding out my frustration and anger. you assisted me. you reminded me that deep [...]