This is strange:
Listening to your voice coming from the other room.
Clear as day,
As if you were here,
With me,
In this house,
And I was eavesdropping on your conversation.
Normal conversations,
With your mother
(Of course)
About laundry, dishes, cooking,
and when you were getting home at night.
"6pm, mother. As soon as I get off work."
What a good boy.
I am frozen.
Petrified, from head to toe,
The only thing I can do is
taptaptap
My frantic heartbeats on to this screen
And pass it off as 'poetry'.
This, however, isn't poetry.
It's the splatter of my vomit,
Bits and pieces of words, thoughts, pleas,
Burning a blazing t
Current Residence: Canada Favourite genre of music: Rock, Classic Rock, R&B, Jazz, Soul Favourite photographer: Don't have one. Favourite style of art: Digital painting, surrealism, extreme colours, monotone, anything eyecatching. MP3 player of choice: iPod Nano Shell of choice: NINJA TURTLEZZZZ Wallpaper of choice: A bunch of fat polarbear babies, or fat tiger babies, or fat panda babies. Skin of choice: Spotted. As long as it isn't acne. =S Favourite cartoon character: Nikki from 6teen. Personal Quote: Procrastination is fun until it comes back to bite you in the ass.
Favourite Visual Artist
Too hard. I listen to random stuff.
Favourite Movies
Anything with Jacky Chan xD!
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
Um... Too hard.
Favourite Writers
Hm... Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Favourite Games
Strip poker. xD J/K.
Tools of the Trade
Pencil, Watercolours (not very often though...), Photoshop 7.0, Wacom Intuos.3 tablet.
Relapse.
Who got that one? :)
I am scared.
Got so close, so close again, AGAIN. 2nd time in 6 months? This is not acceptable.
The fact that I made promises almost didn't help. So close.
Skin of my teeth.
Skin... skin. Skinned. So close.
I don't wanna go back there. I am so scared.
I have to stop switching on control issue with another one. This needs to stop being enjoyable.
Recovery. Orc every. Coe very. Core eevy. Over crey.
I am still learning the word.
I wish I didn't have to make all those mistakes and be wise/please try to be patient and know that I'm still learning/I'm sorry that you have to see the strength inside me burni
Last year, this time, I was trying very hard to connect with people on a more personal level. Trust, lean on, etcetc. Like a cuckoo clock, like during an autopsy: Just allow my chest cavity to open and reveal the glory of what was 'real'.
It was hard.
Last Friday, I walked home barefoot, snaking along the little alleyways, enjoying the feeling of hot pebbles under my toes. It hurt just enough to be relaxing, not enough to actually be painful.
During this walk, I decided that maybe being a little cut off wasn't such a bad thing. Maybe having walls was part of being human, just so we can keep a little piece of ourselves, to ourselves. It's r