Feeling sort of poetic. Take this in as so.Awakening, caused by the blare of the alarm clock mingling with the dream of a roaring crowd requesting my demise. Off to the guillotine I went, but didn't get the chance to die before the beginning of the day came. I felt the death so near, and even now, it mingles with my thoughts. - I must offer a congratulatory handshake for all those who can do my job for me. You can do it with such ease, it's a mystery to me. Where did you learn? Can you teach me? - The day began with a crippling stare. I stood there, next to Shannon in her group of odd beings, waiting for my turn to speak. My turn never came, but it was of no matter; words never found my tongue. It happened again after the first exam. There I was with Jade on the third floor. Words skipped around me in a dizzying circle, taunting me in a high-pitched siren calling my name. A woman scorned I was. A woman redempted I was not. - Girls. Their scent plagues me. Felicia floats on the surface of my mind. I wonder how she is these days. I wonder if she remembers me, and the things we did. I wonder if she's in a similar predicament as I, confused. Terribly confused. Who are you, Felicia? Will I ever tell anybody? I have come to terms with who I remember us to be, and who I still remain. It is not our fault; we didn't know. I am sorry. How did it happen? I don't think I want to remember. - Dear Past, Go away. I never want to speak to you again. Plague me no longer. Teach me what I never learned. Bring me peace, solace. Bring me flowers. Bring me Love. You will not be disappointed. --Holly - I'm bleeding. Where is the wound? Help me change me, help me desert me ----- Today: a series of events I wish not to recall. Death: I wanted it. Relief: it never came. I hope for Solace to be on its way. | 
