She is a dying dandelion floating on the breeze

Swirling sweetly in the evening
She is the stars glowing gorgeously
She is the sloping clouds

Forever scrolling
Unfolding

She is the sun burned blue and shadows on the moon
She is the morning dew
Dangling on leaves leaking into streams

Forever flowing
Unfolding
No one can say her name

Now she sits and sings something about my dreams
Hours go by before she looks at me
She breaks my heart
As I open my eyes to drink the melon sky


I see everything in front of me. Yet still I'm paranoid. Maybe there is something I missed. Or maybe I thought I saw something that wasn't there. Or maybe I'm right. Well . . . hope for the best prepare for the worst.

I'm still doing horribly as far as chewing my fingernails goes. So, at least temporarily, this will become a running diary about chewing my fingernails. This will probably be boring as hell for all three of you that read this, but I am hoping that it will help. If it doesn't, I'll stop writing about it, if it does, suck it up because I'm going to stick with what works. So without further adieu. . . Tonight I literally spoke to Katie about chewing my nails and then immediately starting doing it. I just can't stop. This may be hopeless.


Currently Listening to
In Reverie
by Saves the Day