If you read my journal in January of last year around the same date, nothing much has changed. Just read it and its all still true.
The only new thing is that I am oppressed. Maybe that's not new either.


untitled spambot The luminiferous.. reclusive.. ethereal.. visceral.untitled spambot by ~Akasha2012
I see in the veiled forest, creatures, coyotes..howling screeching across the landscape.
I think, yes. This place is good.
And me, I love the darkness..I am secret~hidden, so I think.
Afraid of those others, the eyes, the voices, the judgments..
Begging refuge. I need no one. So who will defend me?
I am grasping like a bird
on the broken branch.
The snow screams my eye.
I need remedy..shelter.
Trying to smile, fit in and give in only to receive that crushing tide of ridicule.
Who would like to see that recluse who rocks and whoops.
squashed, torn and destroyed?
The
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'You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one...'
Nice gallery... dunno if you come back here or not but,
Pursue wisdom, always.
take care...drive safely
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Surgically removed myself from myself with 83% success
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sounding the silent alarm...
Thanks for favs
and watch
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Open mind for a different view...
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Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
-Tom Waits song lyric
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Rusted brandy in a diamond glass
everything is made from dreams
time is made from honey slow and sweet
only the fools know what it means
-Tom Waits song lyric
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Creator of *DailyLitDeviations
My Book:
Poetic Visions of an Uncut Mind: [link] can be found for Kindle for $0.99 ♥ me
Donate to me here: [link]