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spread these wings, shed these graves...
withdraw from light to darkened caves
fly this away, leave these souls behind...
fall, fade, fail my lonely mind
sweet nothingness, blunt... numb...
and in the darkness leave me dumb
here and gone, there and love...
why me below? why you above?

I knew you were going to have to. *grin*

sanks, I like the combined effort better than the original.

hey, fwiw i totally don't mean to be offensive by working with your stuff. i've never interacted with somone elses work before. it's quite enjoyable for me, and it spares me from making the same sort of comments that everyone else reading does. i'd rather create than console, if that makes any sense.

i'm sorry that your life sucks right now.

i'm glad, however, that you continue writing and posting (i absolutely and totally love the picture of the hand with the hospital band on the wrist against the mirror... so very... i dunno what word to use). i find your work *moving*, i think you're doomed to success if you continue.

makes me think of bob marley in a way. he died so very quickly once they found the tumour. but everything that he created was so very beautiful, so full of peace. would he have lived his life differently if he knew he was going to die so abruptly? i'd like to think not. rastas rule, and not in the silly drugs-are-cool sense. at least marley could say that he tried to make the world a better place, i know that i'm a more... consoled?... person for listening to his work. what's my point? i don't know. at least you can say that you created something in your life, that you've inspired something in someone else.

hee, no you're not being offensive at all. I like it. infact I emailed the combined thing to some of my friends.... ofcourse they... pretty much are made uncomfortable by it. I don't think they realize that its an outlet, that expressing it makes it not feel so intense. until this last thing I sent them I hadn't sent anything out in a while... because they were seeing my emails as a cry for help rather than sharing something with them... so I stopped. there's nothing I hate more than an "intervention". "we think you need help, zilpha" like... duh you freaking morons! I'm already in therapy what more do you want? ofcourse I'm not so harsh, but I wish I could just shout "morons!" at them and get away with it. feels too much like they feel like they have to take care of me. I dunno.

the hand pic was something that I later had in a indipendant zine about eating dissorders. yeah I like it too. :-) sanks.