Won't it be nice

I sit with filled frames
And my books and my dogs at my feet
My friends by my side
My past in a heap
Thrown out most of my things
Only kept what I need to carve
Something consistent and notably me

People are People

"People are like stained-glass windows.

They sparkle and shine when the sun is out,

but when the darkness sets in,

their true beauty is revealed only if there is a light from within."

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I just realise that it's been a year since I started this blog. When I 1st started it, it will so filled with anticipation & excitment. I was telling myself that "I AM SO GONNA BITCH" A blog filled with insane inane randy randomness thoughtless thoughts lively life. I ran through the entries from the beginning & was filled with morbidity lost sadness emptiness angstness. Nothing to shout out loud & say "Whoa Ho" but more like "FUCK is life really that screwed?"

I lost a close one & gained & regained many. Should I say "thank you" or should I say "hope this will last" or should I just comfort myself and say "it is life"..... I don't know. Maybe my perpectives had changed so quickly that I do not even realise it. I don't know.

As I close my eyes & surrender to oblivious slumber would I fall into an abyss of lost thoughts or would I stick in a vortex of infinite boredom or would I wake up feeling the way I want to be or the way I never get to be. I don't know.

Happy Anniversary CHips....

How to Disappear Completely

That there
That's not me
I go
Where I please
I walk through walls
I float down the Liffey

In a little while
I'll be gone
The moment's already passed
Yeah it's gone

I'm not here
This isn't happening
I'm not here
I'm not here

Lost

Just because I'm losing

Doesn't mean I'm lost

Doesn't mean I'll stop

Doesn't mean I will cross

Just because I'm hurting

Doesn't mean I'm hurt

Doesn't mean I didn't get what I deserve

No better and no worse

I just got lost

Every river that I've tried to cross

Every door I ever tried was locked

And I'm just waiting till the shine wears off

Alone

Lying, thinking
Last night
How to find my soul a home
Where water is not thirsty
And bread loaf is not stone
I came up with one
I don't believe I'm wrong
That nobody,
But nobody
Can make it out here alone.

June

Alone

Lost

Vexed

Inertia

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