Journal 3/4

"Time heals all wounds."

Does it, though? I mean, sure, that wound may no longer be gushing blood and life threatening, but it's still there. It's a scar that...

I love rainy days; Without the sun's blinding rays. Rain against the glass, Damp hair on every lass... Rain, rain, come this way. I love...

It's just lies in an uncivilized place with no flies where people say too many goodbyes and everybody cries until everybody dies with red...

This is a monkey in a dress, in a tree. The contrasting colours are nice, and I like the big yellow bow on the dress. Monkey see, monkey...

Perception is clouded, coloured, and dictated by the person perceiving. The sky is the floor to a child doing a handstand. Mice are food...

Up is down and down is up The world is a small speck of dust A small speck of dust is s world Down is up. Up is down. Circles and swirls...

Words, words, words. Speak, write, scream. Empty shells, Empty words. Pretty lies, Cold truths. Spoken, written,screamed. Words. Words....

A small glimmer catches my eye, reminds me of the glitter I glued to everything I could for most of my childhood. I can hear several...

Can we take a moment to talk aboutDeadpool? He's like, the weirdest superhero ever, and it's not really clear if he is a hero, because...

Freddie loved to draw. He made tiny worlds with just a crayon and some paper. The things he drew didn't always make sense, but that was...