Nothing here to see folks

A lonely lake, a lonely shore,
A lone pine leaning on the moon;
All night the water-beating wings
Of a solitary loon.

With mournful wail from dusk to dawn
He gibbered at the taunting stars—
A hermit-soul gone raving mad,
And beating at his bars.

-Lew Sarett


I think the trees are dying
They're starving for some love
Your eyes change color like the trees
And slowly fade like echoes from above

Going slightly mad

Home for the weekend. Going back to school tomorrow night. Going home. I'm crazy.
I'm surviving, I like school and I love living in dorms. As much as I'd like to say I miss my friends from home it is not as true as I might think. New place, new friends, new era in my life. Weird. Constantine got taken away from me... I didn't say she was spoken for. Damn. I have this strange desire to rip off my skin and throw it at people. To swerve into oncoming traffic. To jump into the fire. To take a sharp corner at high speed and forget to turn the steering wheel. Would you believe me when I say I like my life and wouldn't trade it for anything? Although I still have the desire to beat certain people with a stick until I feel better about that. Funny how my holidays are now spent at the house I grew up in, but the rest of my life is not. Funny how life changes in the blink of an eye. Funny how the scars I don't regret people don't approve of and I don't get them anymore; while the scars I do not like or want are the ones I still tend to give myself, but people don't mind so much. They're easier to pass off as habit, partially because they are.
Look what you did... or have I done it to myself?