I want something good to die for...to make it beautiful to live

Sometimes we can desire something so bad that it becomes the very core of our existence. But we can't have it, the soul is slowly eaten away. It seems that everyone has someone. But i'm just one. I want to share my light with someone; my life. I miss the feeling of the world stopping because there is only you and that special someone. I miss the way that seeing that someone can make all my troubles go away because all that seems to matter is me and him. I miss the way it makes me smile because i am in pure elation. And i miss having someone to hold me and telling me that everything will all be okay. I miss love. But maybe I've never trully had it. But I know I've felt it. I want someone to feel it for me; and I unto them. I miss smiling genuinely. I miss feeling special. I miss feeling loved. - Amor e morte

For beauty is always cruel...

Could it be that things just aren't meant to work out for some people? Can people really be cursed? I've believed for a long time that I am. I feel like I want to cry but I'm so empty inside that I don't even think I have any tears to spare. And as Atreyu says...it's 'not worth the waste of the salt or the fucking water'. - Amor e morte.

where would we be without these anchors?

Sometimes I don't even know how to express how I feel in words. I can often describe it by envisioning an image in my mind. I don't know if that's normal or not, nor do I really care. Right now I can picture an uninhabited, dark, overgrown forest where it is always night. Not even the lowest of rodents desire to live in this place. Somewhere deep within forest there is an old abandoned well from another lifetime. Maybe even another world. The well is too deep to find the bottom and if you fell down you would certainly meet your death. It's consumed by cobwebs and an old mouldy stench that would make you gag. Every now and then a stone unhinges itself and falls to its demise. You don't even hear it hit the bottom. When it rains the well gleefully fills up with water in the hope of drowning its next victim. It's a vicious cycle and is filled only with pure evil. If the forest was to be cleared the well would be a feared landmark associated with horror stories or ghosts and death. And it would smile at the thought of fresh blood and emit the facade of welcoming friendliness. Even if you filled it in, the fill would erode away and the well would be present once more. For some things are always horrifically permanent, even if they disappear at the surface from time to time. Darkness will always consume. - Amor e morte

The sands of time for me are running low...

I think I am destined to die alone. My heart mourns for something I fear it will never have. And it's so broken. It struggles to beat. - Amor e morte