Update: 6-13 of the Ties that bind series uploadedsome are not pg 13.
some are -- most are trash but I was trying to create a journal entry per day. forcing the creative writing process.
-- Etts
unknown pleaGod knows my lonely soul.unknown plea
How can you know, the depths to wich my heart, my soul aches for you. To hear that sweet addictive candy that is your voice. The things I want, so simple, so pure... The bells toll, I don't know my left from right, up from down. I swim in this subtle contiousness. I breath. Though labored, I breath.
Yearning for your soft embrace, never knowing, purely wanting.
Time passes, I sit angry, stewing in my own failure to you. Am I nothing? Am I something? I don't know, I don't care. I want you. I want you. I want you. There is no other. Just you. You, distilled from such pain, You.
You tel
Ties that bind 17Short and sweet or long and contrived? Dear Journal I'm on cloud nine.Ties that bind 17
My day began with a simple startled gasp as I woke from a fitful - I struggle to say sleep.
Pinching the bridge of my nose, slowly, with exagerated movements my fingers splay downward. Pulling at the dark cirlces, forcing my eyes open. Peering from side to side, closing and straining against their confines and blinking open again, they focus upon guilty faces. Seems Mr.Meow and Gumdrop had found their way into V's inks and wreaked havock upon the study as only a pair of hyperactive cats can. As I stir from the lounge chair I apparently passed out
Ties that bind 16Journal, I've descovered talking with others is not my strong point.Ties that bind 16
She comes for me. I sit pretty. I've never met her before. Is she my mother's sister? Will she love me like mother? I always wanted to go out of the gates... Her face is one of forced pleasntrys. She is not happy to see me. Why? I'm so excited to see her, I've been so lonely, so confused. I want my mother to hold me in her arms and sing me her lulaby as she would often do when I was upset. They tell me mother is gone - Father too - They don't say where shes gone to... Or when she will come back. I remember very little of the past few days.
I am six
Ties that bind - 15Journal, I can't see the sunrise. I am exausted. But I can't sleep. My chest hurts, and my leg more than normal. I wonder to myself many diffrent things tonight. I wonder ... Are you well? Was I able to heal what was torn? Light, my eyes are welling as I place pen to paper. The evening was nothing less than I expected, Bloody awful. I never admit to him the thought of loosing him... How much it bothers me. He mentioned once, how he felt old, how he doesnt move like he did when he was 18. My jest of him being more than 10 years my juinor only was me with the fact that I will probably out live him due to my ... LinTies that bind - 15
Apprehensive
What you know you can't explain, but you feel it. You've felt it your entire deviant life, that there's something wrong with the story. You don't know what it is, but it's there, like a splinter in your mind, driving you mad.
You take the blue pill, the story ends. Your browser closes and you believe whatever you want to believe. You take the red pill, you stay in wonderland. And, I show you how deep the rabbit hole goes.
I offer only the truth, nothing more.
Take: The Red Pill
Take: The Blue Pill
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The Angry Deviant
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