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What to write here? In this blackened empty space.
My soul? The pieces shattered from the floor.
My heart? The lost and found and lost again.
My mind? Astray and ever winding in the dark.
My life? Yes. My Life.

For as long as it's here it's here.
To be told to those who seem to care.
For those who seem to help.
For those who seem to understand.
But do not.

This was in Storyteller's journal as well...

Jane and Sander on msn

S: So... Here they are again, the defiant ones in this space of neverbeing emptyness in full.
J: Ignoring the ones who seem so perfect. To be one, is a mere dream come true and shattered.
S: Shattered glass. Yes. The future shatters fast.
J: Stone crushed. Dreams broken. Promises kept for those to take them
S: And lies told in stories. For truth is a place where the sun does not shine.
J: Blackness on bliss. Truth upon pain. despair upon daylight

Yawn.

School totally sucked today. I feel like crap. I feel like walking behind that curtain of clouds. Like a captured wolf, to and fro, back and forth. Hoping to find an exit to escape back into the real world.

Is this the full moon playing with me or is it me?

I haven't slept enough for a week now. I really feel like hitting my bed this very minute but that would also mean that I'd wake up at 3 in the morning and figuring I had slept enough. I think. So I'll postpone sleeping to 21.30.

The weirdest part of how I feel lately is that I sense people (Ghosts? Demons? Angels?) around me. I'm very much in doubt wheter I really do or that it's just my imagination.

Since John and Govert kicked me last night (in Mirror, it was part of an exercise) I have bruises on both my upper arms (around the biceps area). And my RSI has kicked back in today, it's back and a bitch...

I feel better, except for the beat&sore part. Hearing Sarah again helps. I have her song Angel as an mp3 as well as on cd (which I lent to Maarten).

*Yawn*

I wish I had that form of poetry here, I wrote it to and with Sander this afternoon. Amazingly we were in a similar state of mind that we could write it. But I'm at home and he has it on the internet somewhere. I still have the start of that story so I can read that.

I walked with Christy today. It was an okay walk. Nothing special.
And I barely spoke to TC today, she's on a date (not a real date, okay, don't bite…) so I can't call her. Otherwise I would.

I think I'll spend the rest of the evening drawing. I still have a woman-horse-blade-woods-guard-thing to finish. And Scrubs is on tonight. *Yawn*