And all I need now is intellectual intercourse.

Time:

8:17 pm.

Who am I?

I am who I say I am and tomorrow someone else entirely.

[You are too nostalgic, you want memory to secure you, console you.]

The past is a bore.

What matters is only oneself and what one creates from what one has learned.

Imagination uses what it needs and discards the rest - where you want to erect a museum.

Don't hoard the past, ~~Astrid~~.
Don't cherish -anything.-
Burn it.
Burn it.

The artist is the phoenix who burns to emerge.

_______________________________________

INFP: "The Idealist." .. So shut the fuck up, Sherlock, and stop your whining. =)
Type Five: "The Thinker."

I write, I write -well.-

I suffer from severe PTSD. An avoidance/hyperarousal hybrid, with complimentary "bipolar personality" behaviors.

You won't come close; don't even try.

_____________________________________________________

If I let you, you would make me destroy myself. But in order to survive you, I must first survive myself. I can sink no further and I cannot forgive you. There's no choice but to confront you, to engage you, to erase you. I've gone to great lengths to expand my threshold of pain. I will use my mistakes against you. There's no other choice. Shameless now. Nameless now. Nothing now. No one now. But my soul must be iron cause my fear is naked. I'm naked and fearless.

( And my fear is naked. )

Comments: Read 2 or Add Your Own.

Advertisement