If you are going to scatter thorns never go barefoot.
I have started a fire that is out of control. I am counting down the nights left. Three to be exact. Soon. Very soon. It will be worth it. I tell myself this because there is no turning back. The flames are at my back and Hell is waiting up ahead.
Anche il sole passa sopra il fango, e non s'imbratta.
I cannot believe what it took for me to finally get the meaning of her words. Of course they were borrowed and handed down many times over but the powerful message never lost it's value. It applies now more than ever.
Alla fine del gioco, il re e il pedone tornano nella stessa scatola.
I keep this in mind every night that I wake and remember to reflect on it before I close my eyes. Keys are still in my hands. The closer that I get to that door the tighter I hold on to each and every one of them.
She was wrong. I don't need an excuse. What is done is just that. Done. I consider it a gift that has been given. It can be summed up as an appropriate silencing for reasons that are my own. You cannot take from another without surrendering something of yourself along the way. Never believe that the longer time drags out that it will all simply go away. It does not. That has now been proven to be true with the blood taken. Karma. I tasted it in copious amounts and held the heart of it in my hands.
Non è sufficiente per puntare , è necessario colpire.
There is value in the gain, the actions taken. I feel the darkness closing in and swallowing the last of the light that is left. Nothing will be able to reach the eternal flame, though. That will continue to burn strong and bright. It is fueled by hope. That was a gift that can never taken away. I must believe in it. I feel it in my bones.
The keys are turning once again. Each securely in place to open more doors. Closing one window just in case. It will make it easier in the long run. I need more space like I need a hole in my head. That just might be a possible outcome depending on how things turn out tonight. The monster has been let loose.
The hunger remains. What will be enough? I am left with the question that has no answer. I can taste the temptation on my lips, in the air and in places that I fear cannot be reached. For this I take responsibility. Is it too late? As they say no one gets out alive.
Crack , sanguinare, morso , strappo e consumare . Questo è l'inizio di quello che voglio di te.
Complete, solid and centered. I worked for it. It is mine. It is now that something finds me, connects and is capable of bringing out the monster in me. No, this time it wasn’t the brownies.
Pretty sure this has a chance of being the last entry for awhile. I have packed. I am sure it is everything I can use. Oddly a Gilligan's Island re-run marathon has been on the television the whole time. I am attempting this because he is going to kill me if I don't make at the very least a half *** effort come after him. I bought the trip with the hopes they would get time to relax and get away from it all. Now they are who knows where and facing hell knows what since their plane went down and they are unaccounted for. All of that leads me to believe that one could try killing the other. There is something about being away from this place that poses huge risks that can't be reversed. That is a concern. So is the fact I am about to board the good ship lollipop with my sister, my niece, the greatest cowboy that ever lived, our beloved Boner and the world’s eighth or ninth wonder. Not sure if that sounds right but it is how it is. He just kinda ranks somewhere close to that. Not that I would let him know. Animals are being taken care of by the staff of the shop. Everything else will hold tight until the lost are found.
What is the significance of ashes in the palm of a hand? E-v-e-r-y-t-h-i-n-g. Blind? Paralyzed? Is there any limits? Haven't found any yet. Not even while the masses cast eyes of awareness this way.
Nails scraping against bone. It is a symphony to the ears and calls to the darkness that dwells within. Slick obsidian beads rise and are captured. Each one cool, inviting. Each quickly compressed. Nothing is permanent. Nothing. It only offers temporary proof as it disperses, fades. The same question is left. How much deeper can one get? What is beneath bone?
