hiding_stars Jacer In total darkness when one can't see their own hand inches from their face, and all they have is the distant illumination of stars, it's easy to block the ones we don't want to see. A finger you can't see, attached to a hand you don't want to acknowledge can cover the cellestial body, and it's gone from existence. It's dark inside, it always has been, and you're fading into the distance, sooner or later, you'll be nothing more than a star behind my hand. When that happens, you won't exist. Nostalgia Pain Angst Loss Nihil Depression Hate Suffering Violence Malevolence Memories You I hate you, I hate you, I hate you. You won't exist, you won't exist, you don't exist. It's already tomorrow, without out the sun. I'll wait for it to rise, I'll sit here, hoping for something to wash my hands clean of my guilt. When the sun rises, I'll no longer need to hide you. There won't be the slightest twinkle in my brightly lit sky. 020826 ... squint a flash of metal in my hair, a star has fallen from my eye and hides within these vines digitally blurred intagible photograph. photos.yahoo.com/yummychuckle (the name is falling star) -or- http://photos.yahoo.com/bc/yummychuckle/vwp?.dir=/yummychuckle_pix&.src=ph&.dnm=falling+star.jpg&.view=t&.done=http%3a//photos.yahoo.com/bc/yummychuckle/lst%3f%26.dir=/yummychuckle_pix%26.src=ph%26.view=t 020826 ... daxle after digging holes in clay soil all day with an ace bandage around my forearm I emerged from the shower, quickly dressed and went out to tell my mom something I thought of... "what Is That ON YOUR ARM?!!!!" I forgot to hide my star. I tried to explain. After her bring it up every time I talked to her for months afterwards the best I could do was say that she was entitled to her opinion but I didn't appreciate her criticism and it was not constructive at all. that just toned her down a little. it used to be a field of old scars. one night I printed out a star and stuck it to my forearm, and traced it with a razor. when the scars healed I went to my tattoo god and had him seal it like a time capsule. no cuts will ever be made upon that star. cloudy on the inside to represent a mixture of opposites, red on the outside for blood/life. no more hiding scars. no more hiding stars. 020827 ... Jacer The cuts on my arm are easily hidden by a shirt. Hardly noticeable unless I point them out, many and chaotic. When I was alone, bored, angry, I'd cut myself. Not that it has anything to do with stars, but I know what you mean 020827 what's it to you? who go blather from