My poor unused blog :(. I promise to now pay more attention to you, and actually write something...

You cant feel me slipping, so how will you catch me?

Panic at the thought of doing a thing is a challenge to do it. 
 ~Henry S. Haskins

Together

We draw each other’s hands and they are holding.
Every few years we add a wrinkle accordingly.
We erase the cuts and the bruises, and trim each other’s nails.
Sometimes we hold loosely, but mainly we hold tightly.

We drew that white ribbon, threaded it through our fingers
and knotted it, so that no-one could undo it.
We draw on our rings in bright white gold, My diamond

Is perfect, you were always an artist.

We draw each other’s hands, to remember the truth,
we make each other, so still we hold on.

The Silver Moons

No silence is Perfect...

Among the silver moons.
the ground is just dust, its softer than sand,
I am slowly sinking.
The vision is clear, but too far away
its simply magnified its false to the touch.
There are no walls, no windows, no doors.
The silence is loud now, the darkness is bright
my soldiers are waiting to conquer the moons
So precious, so perfect
Completely unstable.
posing eternal, they’ll crumble. Go out.
the silver sunset will melt and darkness will rule.
the Vison is lost.
The silence is Perfect

“sometimes a cigar is just a cigar”
-- Sigmund Freud

July 3rd

I do wonder sometimes why he is with me, why he puts up with me, what draws him back to me every time I create a fuss. But then I think about how much I love him, and I see sometimes how he looks at me and I know he feels the same. As if that one look is a perfect substitute for any word in the world, from it I get everything he could ever want to make me understand. My mind is a violent devil; my worst enemy. It convinces me of my awfulness, how I could never be loved, but that one look fights it back again and again. From that wonderful feeling though, comes a deep obstinate terror, that one day, that look; my soldier fighting my daemons, will slowly fade and die, until I am alone in the dark, struggling in my own little war. But for now, I am happy.