Thursday, March 24, 2005

And so it begins...

Day 2 - while my mind devours itself, the burning cold stare eats a path to the back of my eyes. WHO IS WATCHING ME! Christ, I can feel it. Like an itch at the end of a phantom limb, the biting of freshly polished teeth, the visions won't leave and the death grip in my veins won't yeild the answers that I know I must find. A testament to my lack of suffering in this world.

There is an answer. When I find the one, then the watchers will leave. Until then, the black mark marbled in blood will grow. The penetration of my soul will continue and the itching remains.

[editor's note] - wild aye? Something different. Like I could fuckin write :) Fun though. Almost as fun as finding a new pair of mittens. Red Mittens. Large, Red, mittens. I live in a mitten and love them. So warm, so inviting. Everyone in the hand together. No unnatural seperation of fingers. They are family and want to be together. The mitten embraces them and they embrace the mitten. Together they battle the cold and fight for survival. The thumb is alone. It wants to join its brothers, but its duties lie beyond comfort.

Wednesday, March 23, 2005

I'm here.

I'm not sure if its a good thing or not. Blathering away. What good can I make of this? I'm lost and new in this space and feel a bit foolish :)

I've heard so much about blogs, but wrote it off as a waste of time. I'm not really even sure why I started this, other than to explore a new area and swim in the pool :)