.enter.

.novemberkills.

.lyrics.

.day to day.

.ranting.

.writing.*

.exploring.

.suggestedlistening.

.IMquotes.

.clothing.

* = updated again!

UPDATED: 03.21.04

The soft, colored capsule is thrown into the warm water. It bobs, finds the surface and floats gently. Seemingly unaffected, harmony is the air within it, lets it stay on top of the world below. The water is stagnant, peaceful, perfection through temperature and personality. Yet slowly, the gelatin capsule is being worn away. The warmth of the water is dissolving the walls of animal plastic. There's no motion; no action that would explain the destruction of the capsule. Sure enough, the colored foam starts to break out. Small victories over the weakened prison turn to larger ones. It's a birth of the smallest proportions; the bright red cut-out of a heart in foam sponge. It's water-logged and it's motionless, but it's free of what used to keep it so protected and hidden. It's here for the taking.
The girl runs into the bathroom and is overjoyed at seeing her new toy. Be careful.

We fight these, the tiniest wars, in our own minds. Weakness, doubt, depression, anxiety, fear... these are trying to bring us down every second of the day. They creep in when you least expect them, they stab at the places they know will affect you the most. They burn bridges and blow up highways. So many tears are caused by this horrible natural catabolism. It's the hardest thing to fight and win, guys like me, unsure and afraid, war scarred and heart scarred. But I'm in for another term. I've got years left in me. I've got the kevlar vest and the helmet. I've got the will and the need. This twinkle in my eye is inner strength.
You're going to have to do more than that to bring me down. Love me to death.