A thought from Wednesday 04/12/2001
The pain, the agony, I run and hide in the shadows of my lies. Untouched I am but heartbroken I feel. The torment of lonely cry’s I have in my heavy heart.
My mountain of lies fill my mouth and the truth seeps from the cracks between my teeth.
The damage so inside of me it shames my thoughts and actions. I am ungrateful to the humans in my world. I am a fake perfection.
To be the paint that lives in art would freeze the explanation in place and create a memory of what I was.
To dream of you and then wake up with you there is the the most fantastic feeling.