Get Out Please. Please, just leave me alone. It seems like every time my head hits the pillow, I'm with you again. And this can't carry on, it really can't, because waking up from you is beginning to get painful. I'll sit through my lessons and I'll remember how you taught me to dance on the soft, white sand. God knows where we were, But we were there, and it was perfect. It was so perfect. But this can't continue. I can't leave you every night, it just makes coming back all the more bittersweet. Get out of my dreams. Please. If you won't be there when I'm awake, I'd rather not dance with you at all.

Doubt It's strange, you know. How I'm careful around my friends, How I never let the persona I've crafted slip for a second. And yet, Online, I'm honest. I'm open. I'm completely myself. What would happen should the people I've worked so hard to hide myself from Stumble upon these ramblings, These confessions, On the 'world wide web' I call my sanctum? They'd find out everything at the click of a button. Perhaps I'd be ruined. Perhaps not. Perhaps I'm only doing it because I want them to find it. To find me. I never have quite been able to work that out, you know.

Perfection I will the paint around the canvas. The brush is merely an extension of my arm, no longer a mindless tool. We are one, and together, we create. We create worlds and fantasies and new universes, and how fantastic it is! Colour bows before me, bending to my every will. My brush and I, our colours, we create masterpieces, work I could never even dream of replicating! And at the end of the day I step back and look at what I've achieved And I'll sigh. I'll sigh and I'll throw my #lifeless brush down And take my work And destroy it. Because it just Isn't Good enough.

Mindless Rambling Sometimes, there are days when I really don't want to get out of bed. But I do. And I 'attack' the day, so to speak. Sometimes I win, sometimes I don't. But that's okay. It means I feel better when I get back into bed, knowing I at least tried. And that's what counts, right?