Devours from the inside out

I am a moth who just wants to share your light.

Today we escape, we escape

There are days where it hits you like a thousand knives traveling at the speed of sound.
There are days where you breathe in, out, and pull the covers back over your head.
There are days where that doesn't work.
Then, there are days where you find yourself out in open, out of your head, for only a minute or two. On those days, you remember how beautiful you once saw the world; how beautiful it still is.
During those days, those minutes, all's like a dream.




Then, you wake up.

Meet the real world coming out of your shell

I wont let this happen to my children.

Take the money and run

I've seen too much
I haven't seen enough
You haven't seen enough

Too much, too bright, too powerful

You can block it out, cover it up, go numb, draw a blank, build a wall, deny it's even there.
You can close your eyes, block your ears, shut your mouth, never lift a finger.
You can run, you can hide, you can never escape it.
You can hit snooze once, twice. Sleep in an hour, two.
Take a shot, take two.
Lash out, pass out.
Wish upon every star, every 11:11.
Be independent, be dependent.
Be yourself, be somebody else.
Be quiet, be alone.
Be scared.
It will devour your every thought, dictate your every action, poison your every suspicion, distort your every perception, control you. Offer you the world, only to take it from you.
It's in your head.
But don't you dare think about it. Just go numb, go blank,
Give the clock a glance, 11:11 says it's time to sleep, you say it's time to escape; how wrong you are.
You shut your eyes, block both ears with your pillow. Keep your teeth clenched tightly, grinding away at their enamel. Don't move.
Make a wish.
Open your eyes, hit the snooze once, twice.

It's still there.

I think you're crazy, maybe

Luna Malka; my partner in crime

her blog: http://uberanalyzed.blogspot.com/

Wish away the nightmare

I find this rather frightening, I suppose it's not hard to see why.

No alarms and no suprises

Silence

Denial, denial

Forget about your house of cards
And I'll deal mine

A wolf at the door

Down is the new up

When the walls bend

Night time,
Dark tunnels,
Empty seats,
It's lonely, yet comforting.

Radiohead - I will

His voice gives me the chills every time.

Febreeze fire

No more leaky holes in your brain

As I make several mistakes before achieving anything, I am starting to get the hang of this photoshop business, (I think...)

Dead from the neck up

An loud, irritating, repetitive, beeping sound puts an abrupt end to your blissful dreams. You rub your mascara covered eyes only to find your fingers black and eyes still tightly shut. You then drag your lethargic self out of the warm comfort of your many down duvets and satin sheets, into the shower, then out the door.
This being what you should do.
Being one who neglects the casualties of what one should do, I find myself still bundled up in those duvets, longing for the company of the luxurious satin sheets. I remain in the safety of this bed wishing that I could fall back into the euphoric interrupted dream, which, by all means was much more appealing than reality. A reality in which even the warmest duvet cannot protect me from forever.

Are you bored?
You look, but do you ever really see? Things are more interesting than they seem, the mind is bored, unsatisfied, but the world is complex and unappreciated.
The tiles on the bathroom floor? Give them a glance.
You may realize that beauty can be found in the most unsuspected places, beauty can be found on the bathroom floor.
For a minute, do not be concerned with what you should be thinking about, give a thought or two to something completely undeserving of your intrigue, you might just find that you are not as bored as once perceived.
Or maybe I am just crazy.

It starts now

The idea that some one might actually want to read my ramblings, look at photographs I've taken, or just care about some of the thoughts I intend on sharing, is the idea that feeds the uncertainty I feel towards creating this blog. I suppose there is only one way to kill the uncertainty, thus vulnerable as I feel, I have created a blog and as promised, I shall share a bit about myself, my thoughts, my life, and those around me.
It starts now:
The preceding photograph is one of me, taken by my great friend/great photographer Luna Malka (whom I will mention constantly). The editing, on the other hand, was done by me (quite the amateur).
With a start comes an end,
and this is mine.