Friday, May 27, 2005
The skeletonsWho had previously resided in my closet,
Have now taken the form of angels.
The evenings take shape as they float above;
Somewhere between the cold white ceiling
And my own self.
Barely breathing,
But already so dead,
The walls of my essence are bare,
And I've broken all of the mirrors in my heart.
My neighbors have a cat and a telephone,
And even though I "see" someone,
There's no one to talk to
But the kitchen sink.
-- Serena Moore
debbie at 5:23 AM
Monday, May 23, 2005
so depressed..... ......black cloud over my head.
school.
but then u must believe
God doesn't play dice.
Jer 29:11 (NIV) "For I know the plans I have for you," declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future."
http://www.acts17-11.com/cows_plans.html
debbie at 4:05 PM
Friday, May 20, 2005
SHE'S SO IN LOVE WITH HERSELF
it was very hard for me to squeeze my face
into this picture... :s
debbie at 8:40 PM
Thursday, May 19, 2005
Let the darkness swallow me wholeLet the light fail to shine
Let the noise deafen me
Let me be blind
Let me feel nothing
Let me know nothing
Let me cease to exist
If only for a moment
Between each breath I take
Before my heart regains control
And I spin back into this world
Let fires rage on
Let rivers dry up
Let me freeze
Before I recognise what is it I'm running away from
Let me forget to breathe
Let me be wrong
Let me drown
Let me fall
I've come to a point
Where it seems okay to be abandoned
Because I've come to accept
And rely on this perversion
This oppresion
This illusion
Disillusioned
sounds depresssed huh? haha. it's easy to be depressed at 3 a.m. when your body is screwed up and you sleep at 9 a.m. in the morning when the sun is already bright in the sky... and when people wake up you are dead.. and sleeping in the daylight with noise and music is more comforting then the unnerving silence of the night... and somehow you have to drag your body to meet your friends who only just told u they're going out... but u tell urself it doesn't matter... after all you've always been missing in action.. its not that you want to go when you can retreat under your covers with your dog.. but suddenly you realise if you don't show your face you might just be forgotten.. and people will actually forget that you're even around.. and even if it seems insecure that's just who you are... and you live in a world which doesn't condone your crazy sleeping routine and where you actually need people.
debbie at 11:51 AM
Sunday, May 01, 2005
Once upon a time there was a centipede that was amazingly good at dancing with all 100 legs. All the creatures of the forest gathered to watch every time the centipede danced, and they were all duly impressed by the exquisite dance. But there was one creature that didn't like watching the centipede dance- that was a tortoise."How can I get the centipede to stop dancing?" thought the tortoise. He couldn't just say he didn't like the dance. Neither could he say he danced better himself, that would obviously be untrue. So he devised a fiendish plan.
He sat down and wrote a letter to the centipede. "O incomparable centipede," he wrote, "I am a devoted admirer of your exquisite dancing. I must know how you go about it when you dance. Is it that you lift your left leg number 28 and then your right leg number 39? Or do you begin by lifting your right leg number 17 before you lift your left leg number 44? I await your answer in breathless anticipation. Yours truly, Tortoise."
When the centipede read the letter, she immediately began to think about what she actually did when she danced. Which leg did she lift first? And which leg next?
What do you think happened in the end?
The centipede never danced again.
And that's the way it goes when imagination gets strangled by reasoned deliberation. All too frequently, reason throttles the imagination, and that's serious because without imagination, nothing really new will ever be created. In order to think new thoughts, we must be bold enough to let ourselves go.
credits: sophie's world by Jostein Gaarder
debbie at 4:38 AM