One day I sat down at my computer and I made this journal. Later on that night I though to myself - "Abigail", what in the hell were you thinking?” -. And though I thought for a while about this, I cannot really admit to a specific reason. I have always been a strong advocate of freedom of speech and freedom of thought, and I guess that is what this journal emerged from. Let me emphasize that any and all posts made here are not directed towards anyone specifically and/or personally. My intentions are not to slander anyone's name, but to crack open the floodgates of my own damned mind.
You slip into me like fall into trees turning gold and red. You sink beneath my skin, tainting my cells, intoxicating. In this drunken spin, I grasp for earth and sky, But find my fingers lost in open air, in the length of your hair. So tangled in you, I resign myself to the ecstasy of your scent, The feel of your skin, your heat against my fingers, my cheek
Make the World bleed for you, Darling - it's the only way you feel Anymore.