Current Residence: Somwhere between Earth and space
Favourite genre of music: Almost anything
Operating System: Windows 7
The Greatest Piece of Art is the One You FinishI used to speak in code.The Greatest Piece of Art is the One You Finish by ~Birdkiller
When someone deciphered my message,
I got married.
I find myself speaking in code again,
But warning people that I'm doing it.
Sabotaging my subconscious attempts at a connection.
I still write the opening to stories in my head.
They never see paper.
And haunt my sleep.
My words are my only beacon,
But I am so afraid of what others might discover.
I have no intention of using words to paint flowers.
I'm afraid of what I'll do,
Or even write.
Dear HumanDear Human,Dear Human by ~death-in-the-orchard
You continue to write in me. You take a pen and mark my pages with memories. Why do you do this? I cannot help you; I cannot accompany you through your life. You will write in me and then what you write will stay hidden beneath my cover. These words do not solve any of your troubles, or make any of your joys greater. Why do you continue to write? I do not care what happened to you on March 16th, be that March 16th in 2002 or March 16th in 2012. I do not care.
I do not care what happens from day to day, the world outside which I have not seen in years. I am shut in a drawer in a desk that never changes. I do not know the people whose names you scrawl, sometimes with hate, which fills me, sharp words, sharp tip of the pen, stabbing, carving deep symbols, these words that indent other pages, stretching deeper, impaling me with your passions. I hate these names, these people, these deeds, with such hate that I cannot think beyond the fresh ink. The next page is blank and sends