Pilgrimage.

In the middle of the Storm

I'm that girl who stood Alone

Homeless, the tornado took my Home

So like Dorothy I have to follow the Yellow Brick Road

Hungry and Alone

No Blankets I'm very Cold

Massive Headaches, Ears Ringing Bells

No Shoes I'm walking on Eggshells

It's quite Clear of my Condition

Everybody Blind they follow they own Missions

All while the Earth keeps Spinning....

Labor.

Ready to give birth

Premature flow

That miracle girl

Immaculate words

Abnormalities

My mind was defected at birth

I'm that Special girl.

I kill hopes & dreams with rocks & stones

My ground is solid

My words be known

My foot steps are hard

Ideas concrete

Come Tango with my mind

Drop bricks on your feet.

- Metri.

Restless.

my sufferings. your smiles.

A lot of times I want to tell people to fuck themselves but I keep my words & thoughts to myself. Constantly I have to tell myself this is only life, shit happens & you have to move on. We are forced to push our thoughts/feelings to the back of our minds & hope our memories will fade. We get hurt & we hurt others. Cycle of life. While my mind is restless at night, & I'm tossing & turning everyone else is sleeping like a baby. Sucks to have to sit back & let something/someone hurt you & can't speak about it because you are told to grow up. I guess....

Q: How does a person with no heart beat sleep at night?

'When Life is depressing, I don't start undressing, I start addressing...' (c) metri

DECEMBER !

Decemeber is here already.

Faster than a speeding light. Time is flying by....

Just some pictures from last year around January
when my camera was working.
:sigh:
FYI: I hate the winter & the snow