The Art of Sleeping and Thinkinglooking at other people's memories is painfulThe Art of Sleeping and Thinking by Arabellaten
and personal, but
we do it because we like the torture.
i hear the voices fading in, every
the blackness ebbs.
sleep beckons, but
the pain is exquisite
and the insanity hard to resist.
MomentsLaying in the dark,Moments by Arabellaten
we share secret string cheese and I love you's,
all while you should be sleeping.
But you're not so we cuddle and share smiles and looks and whispers.
And this is how I love you.
Starry EyedIf I could take away the pain, maybe you'd feel the sameStarry Eyed by Arabellaten
If I had a star for every time I thought of you, I'd have galaxies.
As it is I'm willing to give you the moon and stars.
I'd do it all for you
I packed up my life for the great unknown,
a life with you.
I'd do it all for you
I gave up my security for this love;
I believe it is worth it.
I gave it all up for you.
My DepressionHave you ever felt so alone, so..inside yourself, that you literally feel like nothing? Nothing more than a sack of bones and meat and shit that just uses up oxygen. You feel empty inside too. So empty, and yet so much pain. All this jealousy and rage that you know is unwarranted so you do nothing about it. You cry a lot. Usually at night, when the rest of the world is shut off, sleeping. The telly can't drown out the voices in your head that say you're worthless. Alcohol, drugs, it can sedate them for a while, but they always come back stronger, telling you how fucked up you are. It's usually the voices of people who are close to you; your mom or dad, a coach or teacher. Someone who you hate to disappoint. Yes, at night is when it's the worst. There's not a whole lot of people you can talk to. Not like they'd understand anyways. "Oh, quit throwing yourself pity parties," or "oh, you're just being dramatic," or my favorite "you don't really feel that way." I knowMy Depression by Arabellaten
Artistic SolipsismThe world has ended. Maybe it was an alien invasion, an astronomical catastrophe, the ever-popular zombie apocalypse, or some ironic twist involving irresponsible science and man's own hubris. It doesn't really matter. Perhaps it was a grinding decline like a torch starving in the night, or a fleeting blaze of cinematic glory. That doesn't matter either. All that matters is that somehow, I ended up being the last person on Earth.Artistic Solipsism by BatmanWithBunnyEars
I learned a lot mostly about survival, but I'll leave that for a later monologue. I found that in a strange way, I had never really existed. No, I haven't gone mad. At least, I don't think I have. Allow me to explain
My first move, reasonably enough, was to find a dwelling close to clean water and nonperishable food, which would buy me time before I had to venture out for more supplies. Soon after I settled, I found myself doing the oddest
Yea. What's up. I put the hug in thug.|
I am constantly growing not only in life but also in my he(art).
Current Residence: In your heart
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Medium
Favourite genre of music: Christian, Rock, some pop
MP3 player of choice: iPod
Shell of choice: the one that I daily come out of
Skin of choice: Mine
Favourite cartoon character: Little Foot
Personal Quote: I would gladly give my life for a stranger's.