My body is craving sleep...

but the time isn't right yet.

Too much must be done.

.one year.

“Let not him who is neglectful in public, persuade himself that all will be clear and easy in private, or on the contrary. There is a harmony in obedience: break but one part, and you interrupt the whole.” — John Owen

From Body; To Heart

O' Numbness, O' My

Nothing's fallin' from the sky.

Nay, it's just cold...

Cold as cold can be. 

My body feels the hurt of heartache

The bitter words of Cold are hard to intake.

They take their toll on the body...

I'm developing an earache. 

O' sweet heart, my body feels your pain...

It goes deep, deeper than any drain.

I'm trying to understand your bloodstains.

This is not supposed to be sentimental.

It's just a burble

from the body to the heart.

Sisterly Affection

Really?

Monday:

Hi of 26

Lo of 2

Tuesday (First day of school):

Hi of 6

Lo of -7

Wednesday:

Hi of 10

Lo of -1

Thursday:

Hi of 0

Low of -7

Friday:

Hi of 11

Lo of -3

Oh yes... 

and I've cleaned up/organized like I said that I would,

and I have, 

and now I'm reporting it....

most likely for my own well being... .... most-like-ly.

I'm not a boy,

I'm a girl...

a big girl.

EOE

I just finished a really good book...

And I started a new one today.

I hope that it's intriguing. 

Monday, Monday, Monday

Saturday.

Sunday.

And then....

It begins again.

Alright Woman...

You are killing me, lady!

Just do the dang thang....

Ugh, you were aggravating the whole time!

I'm glad we never really, truly had to meet

because we'd probably kill each other (kidding....).

Finish your job... I did my half.

Twiggy Cut

My room is a reflection of my life...

I'm going to clean it all up tomorrow.

My brain hurts.
Food didn't help...
And caffeine wasn't the answer to it either...

Thanks Alex

Hokay.

I can't explain it all...

Even though I try.

The things I say don't always make sense.

Sometimes I say things because I like the way it sounds,

or the picture that it paints,

or force sentences that rhyme 

that have no deep meaning and are cheaper than a dime.

You see? There!

I don't know,

sometimes I'm trying to express myself,

but it doesn't come out right.

I'm trying most days, and others I'm not.

So,

do you know me? Or don't you? Can a human being know anyone?

Do I know me?

Do you know you?

I love to write.

I live to be free.

But sometimes I feel wedged...

caught between my pleasures and Thee.

Shriveled

It resembles that of raisins

Or cracked hands in the midst of winter.

My hearts been caught in some kind of famine.

Or maybe it's been captured by dwarfs and goblins?

It's past the part of being devoured by ravens.

Pulse-less? 

Dare I admit this?

It's my fault for being so careless.

All my feelings (that I once had)

were kept suppressed

And there I sat, obsessed...

Oppressed. 

Clutching Mr. Regret.

I've sat there many times,

every bit has been processed

(more than once).

What do I seek...

Honesty.

Leadership.

Discretion.

These (sigh), I do not possess.

Please suck me in

Be My Husband and I'll Be Your Wife

FurMuffs

How cool are these?

They're a bit "Princess Leia," I'll give you that.

Pilgrims Progress

That girl is loaded down.

Someone, anyone, if she'll let you help,

please do.

LifeTimeCollective

2009

Lah-dee-fricken-dah.