Time, all I have is time.
Time to live, time to die.
Time to break, time to lie.
Blood on the moon, tar in the veins,
Death becomes her, shadow the shame.


"They spiral down into Ebony, catching the stars with their tails."

I'm spiralling... I can't pull up in time. I can see the shimmering webs, their brillant colors illuminating sharp stone walls. There's no time... no time at all. Embrace the pain, embrace the break. Accept the shattered clarity of the Twisted Kingdom.

Perhaps my beacon will find itself and lead me out. Perhaps I'll find a different path.

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I can't stand it. I can't stand the words jabbing in my head, ricochetting off my brain and sending red pain down my arms and neck. The freeze of fear, the shake and sweat of anxiety, the ulcer... worrystone, where are you? And its not just THIS, its everything. Job, money, friends (or lack there of), the worst may be the fact that I can't write. I can't even jabber on in my paper journal like i used to be able to. I want so much to talk, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out, or it comes out wrong. I want to be alone, but when I find myself there my only need is to be surrounded by people. I need to laugh, cry, sing, scream...

I need to take a shower. The water here is hot enough it takes my breath away.