0-Demonika-0

I need to be empty. Would you like a glass. I need to distribute myself to get rid of all this imperfection. If I lose what I'm lugging around I'll only have the best of me left. Only the perfect parts will remain. Its just part of darwin's theory. The most fit cells to survive are to remain.

Its been two years since my last journal. Alot has changed. I'm coming back with a boom people, if anyone even remembers me. Its like spring coming in like a lion. Its like your first hit after months of abstinence. Nothing like Reganomics though. Here is a poem: Summer Breeze It seems as though Irises have faded away Leaving a lack of sight Transform seen another day The mule persisting on In a dark familiar way Just a touch of your hand My skin will turn to clay But I'm left as a chair Missing a leg and bare Like a tree without leaves No comfort in the summer's breeze The twig will bite and break As I try hard not to take I'