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I don't believe I've ever been in a greater place of uncertainty in my life. Absolutely nothing is known. Each day is a complete mystery right up until the point where it ends. I no longer even know at what time I'll be going to bed, how many hours of sleep I'm going to get, or at what hour I'll be awake.

Fractured bones rearranged to fit
acetabulum, clavicle, fibula soldered
to the bone, the crawl is soft
and grey, captured and enclosed. Dig
into the marrow, pluck out the splinters, go
gentle into the succulent home
built of minerals and collagen
Heal, dearheart, heal.
- saskaia

I feel so weary, most of the time. Like I'm living two subsequent lives, one on the bones of the other. Like when I close my eyes to dream an entire alternate history is weighing down on me, singing Gregorian chants on my tush.

I just want to tell the world -and especially Silent Hill- to stuff all their troubles in an old kit bag and get out of my face.

In short: %#*^ you and good night. Oh, and 'screw you' for good measure.

Well. I'm up. Can I go back to bed now?

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no1believesme
Feb. 19th, 2008 06:38 pm (UTC)
I'm coming back...
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