The thoughts of an unwell mind
Posted 03-13-2011 at 10:47 AM by Ami
For those who care: Lisa's dying. Along with my will to live. I've lost all passion for anything in my life, even music can only keep my attention for a couple of minutes (I know you don't really know much about me but music makes out a great deal of my little world, it's the one thing I can't live without).
My mind is filled with uncertainty about just about everything and that acts as an invitation for all of the thoughts that I usually bury deep inside the darkest chambers of my mind. These are the paranoid, vengeful thoughts directed at the almost strangers around me and occasionally my friends also have to suffer through their effects.
They were a part of my life for the longest time, Midnight was the embodiment of their presence, she was the gate-keeper between my thoughts and my actions, the Puppet-master is (was?) my nickname for her...
May you all rest in pieces
My mind is filled with uncertainty about just about everything and that acts as an invitation for all of the thoughts that I usually bury deep inside the darkest chambers of my mind. These are the paranoid, vengeful thoughts directed at the almost strangers around me and occasionally my friends also have to suffer through their effects.
They were a part of my life for the longest time, Midnight was the embodiment of their presence, she was the gate-keeper between my thoughts and my actions, the Puppet-master is (was?) my nickname for her...
May you all rest in pieces
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