the reflective flash of dark yellow, as the light of a candle hits the razor's metal... the blood seeping down my skin... black feathers within black trenchcoats... a bowed head and a raised scythe...
im going to try to keep a journal here. an account of my doings, and goings. though i don't know really why, prolly to help my own fractured mind. it won't be that frequent or stable as i hitch hike around, visiting friends, and seeing the world.
monday, february 14th, 2000
location: just outside Washington D.C.
ah. valentines day. the time of love, to express youre caring nature, and not to mention the capitalistic gain that the candy, card, and flower companies get... pathetic. the only real thing this holiday does for me is just remind me of all the lost loves ive had, and all the ones i could have... no worries. im like this at christmas too. though thats worse, because i have religious backings for why i don't like that holiday. heh. i'll get to that then. for now im living in shelters, and getting by. i know i change subjects quickly. back off. trying to get enough money to buy a bus ticket up to canada, to see a few friends of mine. hope it works out. cause if it don't, im just gonna head down to virginia for a while... talk to you in a while.
inner reachings 
