lost something inside of me has changed. I dont feel like shit everday when i wake up. I still dont look forward to the day, but I feel like today might bring something good. I dont look at the bad more than the good anymore. I dont try and find things that have gone wrong. something has definetly changed. 010406
Teddybear the exact same with me...

I just want to apologize to everyone i hurt in the process of getting here
dB There is change in the air. I feel it always when winter is coming. It's inside of me. Sleeping. But on those winter nights, it comes out. It pushes me to be. To keep on going. 010407
birdmad the program error
the bad sectors on my drive
the place on my ribcage that does not feel right

the unexplainable knot near the small of my back

i twist like a startled worm in my sleep
*Ziima* Theres something inside that stirs when the moon is full. When I am angered, I growl deeply and my fingers feel like extracting claws. I run through the woods at night and feel like tearing my clothes off. Theres something inside like a wolf. 010719
distorted tendencies Is driving me insane.. 020313
blown cherry "They asked me how I knew my true love was true
I of course replied something here inside cannot be denied
They said someday you'll find all who love are blind
When your heart's on fire you must realize smoke gets in your eyes

So I chapped them and I gaily laughed to think they could doubt my love
Yet today my love has flown away
I am without my love

Now laughing friends derive tears I cannot hide
So I smile and say when a lovely flame dies smoke gets in your eyes"

- Smoke Gets In Your Eyes
g h o s t that sounds like one_from_the_vault 020314
silent storm is crying
to be with you

I love you.
lycanthrope not just the wolf, the concept of the wolf, not just the bristles framing a slightly trembling sharpness,
but the possible escapes and possible chases over deep snow and dingy pine needles that all pull at you if you plunge your legs into them which you must,
it's not just la petit morte,
the little death,
but everything leading up to it,
that is inside me,
that loses something in translation,
that gives up on trying to be faithful to the translation, that howls, and gains it all in broadness,
the way a gleam in an unblinking fierce eye tells you things beyond it's telling. So what imaginings save in the daytime can become the terrors of night.
So in your run through the woods, you at last come to a home, a fire lit in the window, someone inside.
You knock on the door and your hands are so cold it hurts and you think about how it must've disturbed the atoms of the wood, deep inside the wood, no..the wood itself. And then you realize with terror that there is something inside you as well as in the distance the howling enters you, and is nothing untill it is something inside.
brandi inside me lives the deepest abyss.....i never came up with this philosophy until I met a "kindred." it sucks because i thought he would understand:-( 020314
Syrope is crying, whimpering, shivering, and wanting to be held. if i could get through all the red tape to comfort it, hold it, stroke its hair, and tell it it will be ok... i would feel 100% better. 020314
Splinty so strong 041226
Kelli Crane has died.... 050322
sab something inside
something was growing

and now ithas fallen silent
even more silent
and it waits.

its home has been penitrated
empitied out and burnt
and it waits
and i wait
and we wait
to see

if it was captured when they demolished its house
or whether it drew back into the shadows
to regroup
to renew
its attack
blown cherry
It's Too Late
sung by Carole King

Stayed in bed all morning just to pass the time
There's something wrong here, there can be no denying
One of us is changing, or maybe we've stopped trying

And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

It used to be so easy living here with you
You were light and breezy and I knew just what to do
Now you look so unhappy, and I feel like a fool

And it's too late, baby, now it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it

There'll be good times again for me and you
But we just can't stay together, don't you feel it too
Still I'm glad for what we had, and how I once loved you

But it's too late, baby, it's too late
Though we really did try to make it
Something inside has died and I can't hide
And I just can't fake it


It's funny how on a different day exactly the same words can make me think of an entirely different song.

is no longer blinded
camille shattered
mosaiclly piecing together
another life
another point of view
what's it to you?
who go