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with blogging, the open possibilities of what to write. I'm sure I will of some movies I will watch and talk about them, what went on with my day and sharing some of my life, might be boring to others but its a way to express my self and get things of my mind. Let the journey begin

I wonder if she’s afraid?

I am.


I'm afraid to be alone.

I'm afraid to be with people.

They always try to avoid talking about her. They avoid mentioning her, its like her name is cursed.

I want to talk about her.

Even about loosing her.

I have nightmares about killing her. And some times

...

This song just expresses how i feel sometimes. I mean with all the violence in the world it is hard not to be afraid sometimes.

Another year appears to have come and gone. I imagine much has changed. Except that I don't really remember much other than the past few months, which makes me feel like very little has changed. I am aware that I entered 2011 with a group of drunk teenagers trying to set eachother on fire, whilst I cleaned up the vomit of the boy who was passed out in the corner. Whereas I entered 2012 with my family and Harry. Perhaps this shows how much things have changed. But then I spent every new years eve ...

She was driving past blanket
when shoulders of those walls
barely revealed laced shoes
facing road
was once
café filled fog
odd-dog grins over the
always incoherent map
under sirens she stood:
foam of empty mind
impossible table
on the captured door
way too high
pitched up roar
read me with light
disabled potential is eminent
whole farm employs
wire fence &
sentences contained mold.