Ouroboros19XX

Ok! So, another year has slipped through my fingers and I find the time simply trickles ever faster. I have met some wonderful people in the last year and gotten to know a few even better, naming names would prove pointless as they know who they are. I love each of them very much and try my best to spend time with them all. Ah, but yes. We're back to time and the lack of it again. Turning twenty five hasn't really sunk in yet. I haven't panicked, haven't loathed myself once this morning, because I am simply oh so beautiful. Seriously though, everything works, I retain all functionality mentally or otherwise; no aches and pains to complain a

I know I should be respectful of others. I know I should treat everyone with the kindness and patients that I desire. I know I should repress those vicious tenancies to lash out; to strike where I know it'll hurt just because I can. So, I say nothing. I do nothing; I contain all of the simmering anger and heated despise. I don't even know what has gotten me feeling this way. Perhaps a lack of attention, perhaps simply this is some tantrum of a child best left to his own devices; lest he fail to grow up in time to see the world break. It would be easier if I had a target for this. Some thing to paint a hex on just to spite it, just to hur

Every writer has their own motivation, their muse. It seems I am most inspired to write about... Well, I suppose you can plainly see from my deviations if you read them. Pain speaks to me, it's what I wish to express. Somehow that gets it out... Looses it from my mind, from my heart. It allows me to forget about the little voices in the back of my mind, about all the fear and the worry. If one person reads me, understands me and that one instance I'm trying to express, it makes writing worth it. I am so glad to share my thoughts in a place like this. I've only had good comments from everyone, critique or otherwise.