I lay awake at night
consumed by insomnia.
In the dark,
Just smiling at the nightmares.
Something inside slowly begins to fade,
Inside all seems lost.
The isolation I force upon myself,
kills what love I have left
In nothing but the bareness of skin,
the lack of light,
and everything I pressure myself to ignore.
So what is it that I do now?
I'm only here to be free,
but I'm covered in insecurities,
Caked with the lack of trust I have for others.
Alone is sit with all this doubt
Thinking about how much better it would be
If I wasn't without you.
If only it wasn't real.
All these things I try so hard not to experienc
Current Residence: Home... Here in Texas. Favourite genre of music: Rock/Stuff Favourite style of art: Photography-(Like them all) MP3 player of choice: iPod? Skin of choice: Mine.. thank you. Favourite cartoon character: Foamy!
Favourite Movies
'The Craft'
Favourite Bands / Musical Artists
KoRn
Favourite Writers
Amelia Atwater-Rhodes
Tools of the Trade
My pencil?
Other Interests
Writing, Drawing, Soccer, Rock (musica!), Poetry and all that yummy stuff!
Wow. It has been a while since I have posted anything. I have not been to any of my old sites much either. I have drawn a bunch lately -- well for me it is a bunch -- but I have been to lazy to add anything.
When I get the time, I will do what I can. ^.^
I hope all of you are well.
xoxo
Sarah E.