Sunday, January 30, 2005





and i stared at the ceiling, wondering how i came to be in that place, in that time, and with my three other split personalities for company, the witch cackling gleefully, the virgin sobbing with her heart broken, and the playboy twirling his oily mustache. And i sat there, watching and waiting. And i was bared in that darkness, completely naked in front of the mirror of my concience, cold, colder than i have ever been in my life, and yet rooted in reality and in sanity, thanks to a friend. And i am still picking my way back to who i am because i seem to have misplaced myself. And thusly i spent my sunday night. Bare.

2 comments:

ilse said...

this blog entry pleases me. =)

clang said...

"kinky"