transformation of an angel (fyi these make no sense)(or does it? the idea of eating disorders emerged here)

Pain, it's all she could understand

Her eyes watered, her eyes cried;

Her soul shattered into a million skies.

Needles pricked the inside of her skin;

Thousands and thousands

Trying to escape her skin. 

She felt blood, she saw red;

She could feel glass under her legs.

Screaming, shouting in pain;

She was craving ecstasy, the lost of this pain;

Her bones emerged from the inside of her shoulders,

and grew and grew

Till no bones were left, 

Till the skin stretched thin.

There was nothing left, 

Nothing left of her skin.

There was nothing left,

Nothing left,

Except for her wings. 

Poem

Lost, eternal world;
Lost to grow, lost to learn;

Lost, eternal world,
The world moves and the stars shine,
but I have no idea
where I am

Lost, eternal world;
Where can I go? What can I do?
No chance, no clue;
No river or humming blues.

Lost, eternal world;
even the words on this page
make no sense.

What

Every writer must self-criticize to exist. 

I am slowly getting closer to the truth. Well, whatever, to intimacy. 

A life cries meaninglessly, tirelessly, waiting for a hope to drop by. 


What could my ramblings serve anyone? Are books just massive 100 pages imaginary ramblings of insane disturbed people?


So many choices and I doubt I am making any of the right ones. 

Irish Voice

The years passed, and her doubt grew. Was her life wasted? Was her life as meaningless as she thought?

Does life make one or does one make life - or is it relevant at all?

Behold, blog, for my questions in life remain the same. Undoubedtly, I came full circle - from where I left I came. Guranteed, it's a temporary settlement, but it makes me wonder how far I've come as a human being.

Life changes - but so does a person. Everything is different and yet some things never change - it's like two rivers that can flow right next to each other in different streams but can exist mutually.

I believe a new chapter has been closed and a new one will begin, which its why its so painful to say goodbye to the ashes of what was.