elegantoinks

I want to live before the world became stupid. I want to live before the evil battled good constantly -- it used to only be when they found our hiding place.

I want to live in a time that never existed. I want to live without the truth in plain sight. I want to live in stupidity but the willingness to change, but also the security to never let it happen.

I want to live inside my imagination making art based on how I think the world should be.
I want to make the world beautiful wherever I can to prove it's possible.

--12/18/2009

She doesn't protect herself. She wants a baby of her own.
Lucky.

I couldn't save her.
She doesn't know what she needs;
I can't try.
The years of neglect made us needy (the distance between two lovers -- the pining would put knives in our hands.) That's why.

You don't want me. I would want more attention someday.
I'm a drama queen just like you.
I think you need a man.
I like you, your world scares me.
I love you, but I can't bear to even comfort you.
I could help you.
Could you be faithful?
We'd make no sacrifices.

I don't need you as a lover.
We're too insane to be friends.

--11/19/09

I'd seen my reflection in the sweet water, but, down here I know it's stale and shallow.
The surrounding brick wall brings a numb that's a nice rest.
I'm bruised, broken and bleeding sympathetically for my soul, as that numb turns to cold.
The most lucid sky I've ever seen burns down to taunt me.
I can't move, these phantasms can't save me.
This water's getting murky and I've been here too long.
Most of my fear's gone.
I let such an odd feeling of whimsy creep in.
Can it rule me completely, or force me to strive for mindless dissipation to stop all thoughts of whimsy and anything and everything completely?

I have too much clarity still.
Maybe another taste of this mucky, red water will help.
After this brief lifetime of panic, remorse and living with the scars, I've finally proved that I'm real.

First entry here. Don't know what the heck I'm doing or why I'm here. I'll find out sometime maybe and maybe edit this post. Someone invited me and she didn't tell me her username here.

This is a lot like LJ. With the setup of this page to post an entry. Or maybe that's how blogging sites work -- I wouldn't know cuz I'm not on many. Oh, the "reading page" is like my friends page? The colors are like Mibba. Do I get to put CSS on my page(s) to make them look pretty creatively? There's cutid's, too. And top navigation's the same. Wait, are they like, with LJ? They're talking about it.
Autodraft saved!
The way they shorten it is DW. Like Do Want.

So. I get why I'd want to edit the date now. If I edited it so much that it was actually like I posted it at a later date.

So. I post this.