I am not any one thing

Do not catagorize me by decisions I make, choices I have made, or actions I have taken.  I am no one thing. 
I am strong, yet very weak.
I’m thoughtful and heartless.
I love, I hate.
I laugh, I cry, I move and I want nothing more than to lay still.
“There are places for people like you.” 
No matter how [...]

1 Comment »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on December 29th, 2003

Brief

I haven’t slept, at all, since Tuesday night, and even then it was fleeting and brief.
I’m exhausted.  Physically, emotionally.

1 Comment »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on December 13th, 2003

Back

There are no words to describe the way I feel today.

No Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on December 12th, 2003

A letter from Nikolas

She smelled of sweet coconut and lime.  She smelled of the tropics, a time where time was no more.  If not for her porcelian skin, she would have easily been mistaken for and island princess. 
She walks with ease, as if she’s going somewhere, but is never in a hurry to make it.  Time seems [...]

10,243 Comments »Filed under: The good old daysPosted on December 1st, 2003