writings from the past...

Back in the days of Santa Barbara, I remember the times my girlfriend and I went to a neighborhood coffee shop and wrote. Curiously, I was searching for something yesterday and came across an old notebook with writings from the past...

This entry makes me wonder what was going on in my life that I would write something so dark and sad.

"Tear. A drop slowly melting onto her face. Sorrows untold beneath hidden eyes. Hiding a terrible secret from herself, her friends, her lover. No understanding left in her world. Desperate, she cries alone in the corner, kneeling bloody prayers to a stir of echos. Stop and listen. The heartbeat of a lonely soul. It begs and please to be heard. Whimpering almost screaming but forgotten. Alone and afraid, the dreams come. Sweat awakens the mind, the body fighting non-existant demons. 'Help me! Hear me!' I'm lost to unspoken emotions. Colorless and empty, my sorrow moves my feet, draggin, falling, sand hitting my face. Who am I? I'm crazed with too many feelings left unsaid. I hide in my tears."