back to black.

"and now my bitter hands cradle broken glass

of what was everything.

all the pictures have all been washed in black

tattooed everything..."-favorite song freshman year of high school

"from childhood's hour i have not been

as others were; i have not seen

as others saw; i could not bring

my passions from a common spring.

from the same source i have not taken

my sorrow; i could not awaken

my heart to joy at the same tone;

and all i loved, i loved alone...."-favorite poet jr. high and high school

"got so sick of crying, so just lately

when i catch myself i do a 180.

i stay up, clean the house, at least i'm not drinking

run around just so i don't have to think about thinking

that silent sense of content that everyone gets

just disappears soon as the sun sets..."-current state of mind

at least i know it's a running theme, not an isolated incident. 

-mjm