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...........Castaways and Cutouts..........

Grace Cathedral hill, all wrapped in the bones of a setting sun. All dust...

Name:
Fragmented Vision
Birthdate:
31 May
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I am not a girl anachorism...nor am I a snow bell in hell. There are many ways to study, test and verify what and who a person is, but only the true individual knows all the sides of the coin, compelete and intricate like dendrites, and cells. We are very much part of this everyday web, with connections...communications, and affects...we all affect each other in some way, consciously or subconsciously, and our enviornment affects us. What I can verify here, is that I'm a metamorphis, constantly changing and evolving. Whether it is my moods, perspective down to the cells in my brain and skin that die, bud off and chance. I am a living metamorphis as all things are. A fountian of delicate fabrications that begin at the very center of my soul, and weave outward to form a body, a sanctuary to house blood, veins, muscles and internal body organs. Bones made of Earthen stone...that once this existence is finished, will return to the ground to someday evolve into a Forest to house my illuminated soul.

On the basic everyday level; I'm a sophmore in college, a mess of insecurities and fear, and a person trying to figure out who the hell they are, and how they work...and why.

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I'm finally happy, happy, independently happy.

I deal with the fact that I've forgotten the worst.
I feel that my social behavior may seem somewhat unrehearsed.
Another page.
A sullen rage.
And I'll be back to my normal self.

I'm finally happy, happy, independently happy.

I drive to the edge of my considerate plain.
I apologize to the people I hurt on the way.
I wipe the slate clean.
I kick the daydream,
And remain independently happy.

I'm finally happy, happy, independently happy.


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I <3 Triangle Man.


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