Tuesday, May 27, 2008


If you believe in something long enough then it almost becomes real.
I feel trapped inside of an imaginary life time with only myself and the creatures that I make up and paint inside of my head.
I tried to work a normal job but I felt so out of it, like fainting or collapsing just so i didn't have to speak to people.
I quit life, fuck society & realism.
I want to hide inside of a box and only see the people I imagine and just write journals
and paint pictures of them forever.

Wednesday, May 14, 2008

Invisibility cloak

My body is decaying & sinking like quick sand, I can barely even feed myself anymore.
I'm becomeing an illusive thought, nothing more.
All of these emotions are eating my insides
I don't want to die, I do want to die.
Why can't there be a footpath
some sort of thought process
to stop me from dissappearing so quickly.