~tripsyballz

Try updating your journal, adding deviants and commenting on more work. anyway ebautiful art work, keep em coming and do some work.

It's 6 a.m just about and it's another, night where I am awake and all the world is alseep. The silence is so loud Ican barely here myself. All the little post it reminders on my p.c. keep scraping my hands and reminding of the work that is shortly due. I'm tire but so awake. I'm a slave to my eyes. They never want to rest. Today was one of those days that went fast but never ended. I feel lost like there is a big gap in my soul. The days are easier than the nights, because at least then i'm busy and outside. At night I feel confined to my room. It's too cold to walk around, so I stay rapped in my warmth and let the memories flow threw me. The music repeats all that I felt at that moment and how I long for it. The smell, the taste, the security, the laughter, the wind striking my face with a comforting breeze. It's gone now and I can never return. "We can't return, we can only look behind from where we came". I just hope it's truly a circle game. My stomach aches but there is no food around this joint untill 8a.m.. My fridge is sad and it pities me.

Two days feels like forever when you havn't talk to someone that you used to talk to every day.

Lightly the wind caresses my face
gently the trees whisper to break my silence
as the dirt grows higher, the wind fades faster
the darkness consumes every breath
light is no longer an option
just a deceased memory
the sepulchre comforts my cold body and guilt says ashes to ashes ...dust to dust
slowly sliding down the jagged edge and licking each bit of blood as i reach the bottom
seldom i hear the outside
in thoughts i struggle for an endless eternity