i'm here now: [link]
some sort of constant Feature Journal ..


a not-so-wild sheep chase "i keep having dreams about nuclear war", i heard her say oncea not-so-wild sheep chase by ~DizturbedJay
wouldn't that be just grand?
she had the eyes of someone who has never seen the ocean and the knees of someone who has never learned how to ride a bike
she knew not of the joy of running with bloody, scraped knees
the tingling, burning even, feeling, intensified by the wind being left behind
i got allergic to every food i don't like, she said and i asked so what
so, i want to taste everything
i want to make faces whenever i eat something disgusting and spit out whatever makes me shiver at their horrible flavor and curse uncontrollably and make a fuss over it
i envy those w


the descent of man (i) look at people with such envy ..they all seem so ..pain-free ? .. no sign of bones hurting or skin burning or mental perturbancesthe descent of man by ~DizturbedJay
but we feel everything perfectly, don't we ? and no one has any idea of how much it hurts .. like going back , over and over again
we are still kids ..we are always kids ..we will always be .. we just have more wrinkles and the same beautiful stretch marks and we smile less and we worry more ..
do we ?
look at people
the people who always accomplish everything and try harder than us and we just don't want to admit it
the people who think they will love that person forever , that don't give up no matter w


and our souls blended I want to feel weak , cold and unprotected ...with you right next to me ...and our souls blended by ~DizturbedJay
we both naked in the rain , on the grass , shivering like hell ...and then we kiss , but only the soul warms up ...
our hearts beating like it was the first time ...our trembling bodies keep us from a proper kiss and we laugh ...
I rejoice because I've never felt so at ease with anyone else ...
I sit behind you and I touch your ribs , one at a time , with my fingertips , trying to make you mine forever , somehow ...
I look at you for hours under the endless autumn rain ...seeing how your hair starts sticking to your forehead and your cheeks ...
I lay on the gras