unmarkedbeauty

These endless circles are the glitches in life, a turmoil we'll have to get out. Another one down a man hole, his little whisper just a tiny shout, Here they go, suspending themselves within doubt. Another bruise, another word, Emaciating a truth that worms it's way. An event from a darker world, That is where she was left; to wander indecisively These thorns grow weak, tire old. She was amazing, and bold.

I decided to update, because I realised journals are for talking out to people, not mindless scribbles of writing directed to nobody. So I have my VCE Examinations in two weeks, and I haven't studied, I don't really plan to study, but it would be nice if I did get my two Folio's finished. My art, my visual communication are both due. I need like over 20 pages in my vis com. folio and I have done exactly three. I think my art folio is done but I want to expand but I am running out of time and ideas don't come to me when my head is filled with other crap. Also it feels like the holidays are almost over. D: So anyone else who is on there holi

The way he stares, I know he compares. Each step is a leap, and every leap is draining. There is a drought in this shell, But the damned wished it was raining. The endorphins don't know how to swim, So we often find drowned hair clogging the drain, While our left over food scraps float in circles, As the water washes it's pain away. She cries every night, only dry tears to shed. Who watches her eat? Who watches her sleep? Why must she cry, when she is beautiful inside. Why must she die, out of her own hate, When we can change fate.