ghosts
Saint Louise Was Listening On
2:24 p.m. || 2004-10-24
I bought a fish last night to put on my desk, and named him after Neil Peart. Right now I'm listening to Lords of Acid and pondering the fish while I wait for lunch. I have had the longest work week I can remember in a long time, and today is just thanking God for some time to myself.
My mind has been stuck with so many images I cannot seem to shake, a million ideas that keep resurfacing, themes that I am powerless against.
Maybe I'm not meant to be here. Maybe I want to bleed with you. Maybe I want to feel dead again. Maybe I want to cut again. Maybe I want to disappear, until there is nothing left but the ghost of who everyone thought me to be.