my mind is a blender, my thoughts are fruit....i'm making smoothies long into the night

an original:.

your words pierce like a knife;

a cutting blade of contradiction.

twisting and turning, they bite at the flesh surrounding

all the pent up emotion she felt.

your heart is a fortress, the bridge comming down slowly

deceiving, taunting, misleading...

i'll never get inside.

 

today...well in a word, it stunk. it was full of poo--i wish i could sleep forever. will you wake me up when it's through? i dont even really want to go into why it was bad--i'm to lazy and i dont care to waste time relishing in the fact that it sucked. i have about ten years of homework to occupy my time more effectively.

i wish i could feel you sunlight on my face, i wish i could  b r e a k  away.

.:I see what you could become, I know that your doubts will be undone. And as time brings a change, there'll be no holding you back again. I heard you whisper gently, but it's only when you stand on your own that you'll be free. I hear you calling, we hear you calling. [Isolation wont be your protection] Dont turn away, dont turn away:.

"the calling"