%%knife%% -- 2003-03-06 // 3:20 p.m.
if you have no clue what the fuck im talking about in this entry and get lost somewhere....your not alone.i will always have it in my hands. look in my eyes and you will find i havent lost it. through time i have tried to convince myself of dropping it into this eternal abyss of darkness with no bottom. i am not that hateful. it did not rain then. the storm started with weird illusions that i had created to do exactly what they have done. i have become a master at creating destruction and undoing in everything. i come up with reasons for doing it, i dont have any. my lips say things just to shut you up. yet through all these things the one thing that keeps getting stronger each time i knock it down is the army i cant stop challenging. pictures and writings, memories and eyes fills me with hate. the only reasons for this hate come from this boy. from the fields of (eternity) from the river of (eternity) from the whispers of (eternity) from gray to blue to red to pink (eternity). the rocks fall from the sky. rocks fall to the earth. but only the stone can save me.