Thursday, March 5, 2009

Day 1 of a new start.


here I am again,spilling precious words across a shallow keyboard.. Placing them gently on the public screen for all to judge and read.

Its March 5th,2009. Precisely 1:30 AM. You thought I could sleep? I laugh to myself.

I have something to say. I have a bit of story to tell.

I spoke to god today. I could feel jesus near me.

Like a battered addict, I cried on my knees..
crawling..and begging.. I'm some sort of junkie.

All my life,i've searched for the answer. All my life,ive screamed for someone to help me. Tried to find the pleasure,The savior,the answer within love.. Within The man I love.. Within Ana, Within her strength and passive sadism. Within my blood mother... Within The Mother earth.. Within music.. Within strangers. You name it,I've tried it.

Never have I really ever turned to jesus. Never have I tried to find the answer within him.

I told him to love me,and I tried to submit as I would to a man biting my neck , being ontop of
me.. Or in a way I would to ana, after consuming something sinful and delicious. STaring back at myself in a public restroom mirror. Apologizing, Feeling guilty for messing and abusing her. Begging her to forgive me,so we can start allover. "ana,take me. Ana,love me.I'm here for you to take over."

I told god this,instead. This time.

Sick of speaking to something that can speak back..

well,can this speak back?can he? I feel like he did. Maybe im dellusional.
but I felt something beyond me. If i could explain,i would say a huge big fat invisiable blob of force in the corner of my bedroom as I choked on my own mascara and self pity.

I was so warn down and torn apart
my heroin was my own fingers, my stubbornness,my hollow stomach.
My addiction was my instability, my morphed perception.
My emptiness...its got me..

The agony Ive felt,I cannot explain..cannot put into words.

My hatred for humanity.. one of the reasons its so strong and raw,
because all ppeople ever do is measure. Mock and manipulate. They want reasons,definitions,approximations, exact answers.

They want math and science,

I want spatial sensation.

They want notes and chemistry,substance stained goggles and Bubbling experiments.
Gloves and medication precriptions.

All I want is, happiness. Purity. Harmony. Abstract outlooks and blind judgment.
No definition. No man made theory.Instead,self theory unspoken. Unshared.Just think to need to preach or contribute by science. Just love and think to yourself.

Wild,free fields of wheat and grain
animals and meadows of green
love making
sun shining
no school
no cars
no taxes
no work
no internet
no television
no britney spears
no booze
no burger king
no worry.

just live,

live the way you wish to live,in the moment you wish to die.

does that make sense?

it does to me.

think about it.

when youve been sucicidal.

how did you WANT to live?

at the moment,life is something you dispise.Disgusts you.Youre screaming and begging in so many ways,for so many reasons,for so many things.

but if you were to live,how would you live?

would you run to the store and buy 25 boxes of icecream?
would you quit your time consuming job and travel the world?
would you patch up past tattered relationships,and become closer to god?
Would you prioritize your possessions?
Would you move to a cabin somewhere far in the woods?
or a mellow place somewhere on the oceanside..

live the way you wish to live,in the moment you wish to die.

right?thats the only way to live,really.

When I tell people this...when i explain to them my outlook on life,how i want to live..they look at me like i'm dreaming. like im crazy. like i'm selfish,stubborn and out of my head. Like i'm full of teenage angst and rebellion. like i'm angry. like i'm rebellious. Like i'm non realistic. Like im surreal. Like i'm..infinite. like i'm a disrespecting sheep in the cloned herd of humanity .like i'm being bad and making sin for straying from everyone else who sits there everyday,allday,sipping from the same pond,eating the same grain. Like i'm evil for shaving my coat and changing myself for the better. Like im terrible for following my heart . My god given instinct.

to me,this is natural. My dreams.My goals. My outlook on life.

Today,I go humble.
Today, I strive for something better.
Today, the first day,I will try to kill the addiction.

Today,I will try to slay ana.


  1. it's as if there is a universe within you...

    your prose is beautiful...amazing...

    you're amazing...all of you...

    words elude me...

  2. You don't need her my darling, my love, my precious, precious child.

    You live, you shine, and live as you wish to.

    This world may batter your body, but it cannot banish your dreams. <3!

  3. "You may say I'm a dreamer, but I'm not the only one"

    People look at you like you're crazy, but you're not. They wish they could dress, act, and be more like themselves. Society has inforced these sanctions on people, and that is not their fault. They are ignorant, and will probably never find their own light. Some people want to live their lives conforming, because they don't know how to be themselves. As for your battle with Ana, I wish for you to win. I feel I know you enough to know that you don't conform to other people's standard. And I know that you will stop succumbing to Ana's standards, because you are so much better than that. When I tell you that I don't lie. You've shown me so many things, and have opened my eyes to a whole other world.