Dear Journal....
It almost seems like it's been forever since I've gotten a decient night's sleep. These streets are so dead inside my mind... god what I would give.... Just for one last night to right the wrongs in my life before this place... I would almost imagine a better place if it wasn't for the fact that the chains that bind me to my past were broken once I left home. Have you ever drifted to sleep at night with so many people on your mind all at once?... It can cause some pretty major havoc on the mind... God why can't there be any quiet in the Isolation of this sorrow swept mind? so many voices and yet only one can draw me into that space... she doesn't talk to me anymore and it hurts just a little more each day.... funny.... I thought the memory would've faded by now but it still burns bright in that decrepid old stitch that they call my heart.... Have I ever said how much I hate it here?.... I think tomarrow will possibly have some order... oh well... who will tilt the stations of the lines that trip the wires that concave the mine of solitude.... I guess in essence this is my heroin diaries... no drugs... just a natural high that creates a death note on my society and a smile on those who wish to have hope.... yes this is my mind... my heroin...
 Cornel Jenasis · Wed Jan 16, 2008 @ 05:15am · 1 Comments |
