The Asylum

God, I've never been so bloody committed.

The North.

I will go rolling fast,

arms out in the rain,

feel momentum building 'til

I lift off ground like an airplane.

Love ties you down to the pain

a billion eyes are watching, fossilized

they see what remains.

Remains...

♪: remains - maurissa tancharoen and jed whedon

The book.

It's been ages since I wrote the last entry here (déjà vu...). I don't want to explain all the changes I've been through because, seriously, they have been so many that I couldn't recall what was the first of all of them.

Something deep inside me has changed into a much complex being. Not everything, not much complex, but important enough to make me feel slightly different. And when I feel slightly different, it means I've undergone some kind of transformation without even noticing it.

I don't like my writing anymore, I feel like I have to learn from the very basis of literature, and I want to tattoo myself, to feel the pain and realize that now I have the power over myself again.

Today I felt a tremendous longing for a hard-paperback book. One of those in a brown shade, rough texture and letters in gold. One of those with ancient pages, all yellow and stiff; with that smell of poetry and literature, of knowledge and deepness. I just craved to have it on my thighs and touch the pages with my fingertips, the words...

♪: what you don't know - jonatha brooke