too quick to judge and always alone in the decision, ive forever became a burden to myself. sometimes saying nothing is the best answer to help the static. it entrances me, yet i cant ever gain control. i feel myself slipping away, and yet i can never seem to get my feet back underneath me. no longer do i look in the mirror and see what i thought i saw for almost 20 years. no, no, i would never be that simple. now, all thats left is a silhouette with a jagged grin. the hands turn to spirals, the eyes turn to empty holes, the body turns to a shallow existence, and the feet turn to weights. im no longer a man, but an apparition, feeding off the very life of what i once was. it is like the saying goes...solvo non bestia intus , tamen solvo angelus foris. (free not the beast within, but free the angel outside.) i must find clearity with myself and do what is right. i only pray that i know what right is anymore.



prayer of solitude:

may deus succurro mihi in meus nisus scio distinctus inter vox quod nefas. may ego mando in him pro scientia quod vires quod may is tribuo mihi optimus ut vita has prebeo.



i feel the wind starting to change. therefore i must lift up my wings and be carried away to somewhere new.


Unknown "My Baby NFS" Bold - 16 years, 3 months, 21 days ago