Born to thee, as triplets we be
Sesha, the very essence of beauty w/ dark emerald
EnShira, full of elegance and grace w/ light Green
Soeteria, always shy and often on her own w/ deep brown eyes
Why did the two of you leave me? Damn most days, which is everyday, gets harder not having you both with me. We were suppose to be the three Musketeers forever.....fate had other plans. Enshira we lost you at 10, prayed it would never happen again. One down, two left.... Sesha you and I were suppose to survive and remember Enshira together but you died too. Why? Two down, one left..all alone.
Don't worry I'll keep moving forward until the very end. I will see you both again but until then, keep watching over me, keep letting me know that you are here with me. We three and the same person but three different people at the same time. I love you and I will never forget you, all I have to do is look in the mirror.
Born to thee, as triplets we be.....
I have been watching people in the cults and chatrooms. The things they say and so, have no consequence to them. As if their actions and mannerisms don't matter. I sit alone in the dark and I observe many things. At night in the park, the way the night breeze sways the tree leaves or the slight flutter of bird wings as the sleep, making themselves more comfotable as they nest. Its natural I suppose to settle into a enviornment. Why can't I do the same? I have been putting my all inot my writing. I completed another chapter today, thats six this week. Thank the gods, I have been going strong. My mind and bosy are weary from the process, my soul might not be far behind.
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I know how that feels. I'm an observer as well. I'm hoping to teach my daughters to be so as well.
Lastnight I awoke in a cold sweat, damn nightmares again. Why can't I get way from them. The screaming, being held against my will. Everynight its the same dream just happens differently......I'm walking along a dark corridor when my foot hits something and I trip over it. I feel around but can't see anthing. My hands are wet and slightly sticky, I reach for alighter and when I flick it. The horror that fills my eyes is too much, even now that I've seen it so many times. There I am, laying blooded, bruised, throat slite, eyes cast over. Damn it, why in the hell to I keep having this dream. The only clue is that I'm wearing different clothes and one minute a man is in the distance, the next he isn't. Is this a warning of some kind. If it is it wouldn't be the first. Fuck I have got to get my head together, I can't keep looking over my shoulder afraid of something I don't know about or can't see. At first I thought it was paranoia until I had the nightmare where I was torn to shreds by the Onerio and their nasty Daimon buds. Oh fuck, its not like I can tell anyone any of this, they'd think I was nuts. But I can't help what I am and what I come in contact with. Damn....my dreams aren't even safe from the Skoti anymore. This isn't natural or right.....not this.
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I had a dream of a serial killer, I watched him kill his gf. A month later, he saw me, and I saw him in wal-mart. I was sitting on the bench with my grandmother waiting for my mom to check out, and he was in the middle of checking out. He was with the woman he killed, he took her arm and dragged her out.
Taking a new rsiks, here to make friends...hope its worht it, if not. live and learn...too much on my mind to process it all into typed form.....
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bloodmother12208
03:20 Jul 28 2009
Sad, but beautiful.