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I'm so fookin mad.
So so so so so sos so mad.
I don't know whether to drink a beer, go for a walk, call that man, or call jane.
I'm pissed.
All three.
Being told that your feelings and words are untrue is vexing.
You almost feel like doing the thing just to finally satiate quarry.
Or he could be right.
But it really doesn't matter, because the one thing running through my head is that we can't trust and communicate.
damn the endings.
it could be lost yes, but the most vexing thing is the inability to break down wall.
you see, my intentions are always good.
I am fey, dark, and newly primal.
The solstice was last night.
The world did not end.
I am alone as always, and luckily faded.
thanks for trekkings.
the mountain.
my cherry laurel.
I'll talk to you even though it's winter.
But, I think I'll walk to the sea now.
I am perturbed.
it has always been love.
merry christmas.
happy saturnalia
first day towards light.
Come with me.
We will do it.
I'm not so mad now.
I want to walk with music, and I thank the gods I can work through this this time. It is so lovely to know it's like a wave.
these cycles.
it passes.
I love you.
dark
cold
warmer
lighter
past
present
now
boundaries
infinities
cosmos
atom
love
hate
jesus
devil
madonna
whore
nuit
blanch
winter
summer.
I love you.
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