"Charitably… I think… sometimes, perhaps,
one must change or die."

† Lucien [The Wake] †

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"What power would hell have if those imprisoned there could not dream of heaven?"
† Dream to Lucifer †
(and the citizens of Hell)


"I believe in convictions stronger than circumstance, morality when no one's looking, true identity and love motivated by something other than fear."
Dale


"there is no such thing as logic, only a line of [sometimes factual] reasoning which the majority of individuals collectively deem correct"
† CRB †


"As I watch the people around me going off in their own directions, in search of their own definitions, they take mine with them."
Dale


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• Regret •
• Someday •
• Holiday •
• Retrospect •
• Cupid •
• Myself •
• Conceptual Fate •
• Groups of three •

I'd kill hope...
but then I'd die.

And innocence too,
but I miss mine too much



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• Muse 60: My Ghosts •
Aug. 06, 2002 † 9:20 p.m.


They always come. They will never go away. They come in the day, when you sit, remember and ponder. They come in the night when you’re dreaming in slumber. They come with friends, all the times that you share, and they come with living, every day that you strive and don’t. Constantly, they come with strife, keeping with you the lessons of life.

While the sweet ones you can’t always see, the harsh ones are always in your face, remnants of a bitter, but not forgotten case. They come to you deformed by years gone by. They come wholly, as fresh as a newborn babe. They sit on your shoulder, and whisper in your ear, sharing with you their thoughts and feelings…Sometimes, they bring a tender tear of love to the eye…Other times, they make you bristle with bitter contempt.

Mine are the same and no less. I have bitter memories…which won’t seem to go away…always popping up when least wanted…but I also have happy memories…which comfort me when there is nothing left else where to cheer me. Despite this, I cherish them all the same. They are what take up my lonely hours.

I have nothing else. They are all I was…They are all I am…and what I will be…when my fiery breath ceases to wreck havoc among the villages that are my home and my life.

From the musing of…

~the Demurral Dragoness~


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