I have learned a lot about the past week:
1. I do not like bottled water, but it makes staying hydrated so much easier.
2. I am good with animals. Especially my brother's cat, who missed me when I was gone for two __days. I've lived here less than a week.
3. I have a lingerie fetish.
4. I turn people into objects when I feel like I am going to get hurt by them.
5. Skittles do not make me happy.
6. Neither does shopping, it just makes me broke.
7. I often take on way more than I can handle, get bored and drop 24 % of it, confused on 40%, __and wind up doing 36% of it on my own.
8. It is when I am most free to express myself that I make the most mistakes.
9. I am not struggling with Christianity, merely having a hard time living truthfully.
10. I like pain, except for when it is too much to bear.
So when the tempermental beauty has faded with the ignorance, and truth comes to surface, do the fleeting moments really make up for the mess I'm in when it's all said and done? Or is this life really just as empty as the hollow I find staring back from the mirror?
What is Truth?
I'm looking at it,
Wanting it
Yet know too well what it entails.
Am I ready?
Though my soul yearns for poetry, for magick,
Gray and Hollow
I remain.
