I must continue to climb out not deeper in. As soon as I see a hint of light his hand covers my face and ever so gently, lovingly...he pushes be back down ten feet.

[FULL MOON]

...and menacing jackals plentiful.

It's a natural high to drift on leaving that bruise behind... ...my heart is open and free.

You didn't even bother to lay me to rest gently, instead you stabbed me and tossed me in the street. I dwindled in agony on cold pavement...but still waited for your hand. Time passed...you came...stitched me up and kissed my bruises only to set sail hours later, abandoning me on your deserted island in which only you have the map.

Nothing is ever set in stone, instead stones roll.

I feel like I've been shot with arrows from 5 different directions and now I must piece my heart back together. I'm very thankful for my existence and all my limbs.. but lately life has been a series of falling dominoes. I'm feeling desperate for a dose of hope......looking forward to the tarot. Also I am in need of self-reconstruction...I'm going to pierce something, chop my hair off, get a tattoo of a trumpet, and try to eat food again.

to comprehend...accept...death.