the gods.

i lay with a man who prays for me to his God. he is virteous. he is my purest sin.  

fuck fate.

i don't like the concept of fate because it causes me turmoil to attempt to grasp the fact that my life is out of my control..... but there's been people and situations that ive encountered in which ive had that "this is right. this is exactly where i belong at this moment" feeling. and this is right and this is exactly where i belong at this moment. 

but i still say "fuck fate", and make what i want out of life. get my way and have my way with it. 

selfless selfishness.

what's mine is mine,,,, and i don't share.

but, my degrees of selfishness is directly proportional to my degree of selflessnes for it. 

short story.

this black soul spills out on to white pages and:

love leaves it's mark and pain splatters and stains. 

solitude.

i've lived the majority of my life here. and if it's taught me something, it's that it's better to be alone with your self, than it is to be alone with company,