Chaotichandle - SANTA.

And in the naked light I saw ten thousand people, maybe more. People talking without speaking, people hearing without listening, people writing songs that voices never share and no one dared disturb the sound of silence.

I am sick of high me creating awkward situations for sober me to deal with.

Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day

You fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way

Kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown

Waiting for someone or something to show you the way

Janet Fitch, from her novel titled "White Oleander," originally published in 1999

I was disaster. I was sorrow. I was war. I was death... And If you are broken inside, I'm totally dead, too close, too much.

every now and again i feel the need to remind myself that my life is never too deeply rooted in anything. a fresh start is as simple as making the decision to start anew.

Let me be sad, it is the only way I know how to squeeze out the last drop of happiness, and then I won’t suffer as much later on.

Pedro Lemebel, My Tender Matador (translated by Katherine Silver)