Lately, I've become accustomed to the way
The ground opens up and envelops me
Each time I go out to walk the dog.
Or the broad-edged silly music the wind
Makes when I run for the bus...

Things have come to that.

And now, each night I count the stars,
And each night I get the same number.
And when they will not come to be counted,
I count the holes they leave.

Nobody sings anymore.

And then last night, I tiptoed up
To my daughter's room and heard her
Talking to someone, and when I opened
The door, there was no one there...
Only she on her knees, peeking into

Her own clasped hands.

~ Preface to a Twenty Volume Suicide Note, Amiri Bakara

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I love that poem.

It seems in the new year I am not going back to school, I am going back to Norwich to go college with Riz. XDDD Being dragged even.

And MAC, at long long last, is tomorrow. So many people I want to see.

Going to redo the layout soon, need to decide if I'm gonna just change colours or actually make a layout... I know what it will be like colourwise anyway...

Registered for Toko! X3 And I must begin planning cosplays and flags and all that~ Hahah, mystery. =^n.n^=