mental_conflict Joana. Skin burnt and blushed From a day meandering through the light Avoiding it, then returning I walked in circles under one daunting thought Pushing it away but always succumbing Two sides of a leaf Destinies that must quarrel with each Leaving a sole one to the task Of unfolding a story that is still not possessed Skin burnt and blushed From the days spent with one fate Sun shining brightly and unmerciful His neck, my lips, red Indulging one another, succumbing always Two sides of a leaf The words that had soothed Gluing together one tattered mind And the voice and body now overtaking. 010414 ... nick every decision flapping palm trees in typhoon winds my thoughts assail me black stone surity tears at my hands razor edges challenge my grasp clinging to survival whispered words from faint breath a fluttering leaf zero gravity crystal turned slurry befouled innocence joy and sorrow indistinguishable rending my mind mashing my heart tainting my soul steel rains from above a battlefield's lunar landscape I command all sides my sins known I satisfy the fates I lose everything and I feel much better ... for now 040117 ... E Schmal Last night, upon witnessing one of my nervous breakdowns, my mother realized that I need professional help. She suggested some form of medication, but I do not want to be subdued into happiness. 060610 what's it to you? who go blather from