This is a nothing. This is my anything. A full emptyness. This is the space. If you look upon my heart, look with empty eyes. You are singing to me in my sleep. You are whispering my name in dreams. You are. I can't give you anything more, I am no writer, I am mearly a human, wandering the same paths as you, making different and same mistakes. This is mearly the song I sing... I guess I'm searching for something. I will probably know it when I find it or maybe not until I have lost it. Until then, I walk rain soaked roads that sparkle, I paint red and orange sunrises and then watch them rise, I'll sing loudly and off key or softly to myself, I'll try my hardest and still fail but get up and try again, I'll cry, I'll laugh and sometimes, just sometimes, I'll write it all down. * Hate a lot of things but I love a few things and you are one of them Walk down the street I'm thinking: Everybody move along I've got a sad-hearted needing to belong Nevertheless it's all the mess you made but i can't let it go Walk down the street I'm thinking: Look at all the ants in a farm I've got a sad hearted feeling to harm Hate a lot of things but I love a few things and you are on of them Eels - Ant farm (and yes you probabaly are one of them if you readin this, special hug to Karrie, I promise a Karrie sos day soon. I want icecream and sex... or just icecream...)

align="center" Bear me up on these broken wings. Throw me down to the cold brown earth and someday I'll feel real. Someday I'll see. * Please read: Broken Wings, sister story to Broken Spirits and set after abuse and the affects it can have on you. If you like Broken Spirits you'll probabaly like this. Read and review. Feedback needed. Thanks. Bred to be Broken (out soon I hope) the third series is to be set before abuse and is about innocence lost. Reviews and feedback MUCH needed and appreciated. I consider Scars, Broken spirits, Faceless Angel and Tears of Blood my best stuff. Thats it. Rest I wouldnt bother my ass on with my life of angst coupled with my highs (lovey dovey) and the lows everyone knows and then just the shity poetry and stories (wait..thats all of it) anyways, the named above arent bad, I like them, scars is... my pain... Broken spirits... my child... Faceless Angel... my love... and Tears of Blood... the title exactly Email and IM name above. Use if you will. People come, people go. I once heard something about leaving footsteps in someones heart... Thought that was a beutiful way to put it.
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