Flying. . . |
I looked out over the bridge last night, towards downtown. So high up. I thought about flying. About stepping up on the rail and leaping off. I could fly, ya know. I just have to try. I just have to b... Posted by thorn on Sun, 27 May 2007 04:41:00 PST |
Unbrella rule. |
As far as I'm concerned if you aren't this tall *raises hand above head* you aren't aloud to carry an umbrella. I am sick of getting hit by umbrellas. Fucking short people shouldn't get to use them! I... Posted by thorn on Sun, 25 Mar 2007 04:48:00 PST |
A wish? |
Sometimes its better not to wish for things, especially if deep down you want them to come true. And most especially when you know they wont happen. Cause just maybe they will, and you'll be sorry. No... Posted by thorn on Thu, 21 Dec 2006 10:29:00 PST |
Hope. |
I'm sitting on the fence with this one. I'm either going to kill people or be super happy. *looks at the clock* 1 hour. . . Posted by thorn on Sat, 03 Jun 2006 10:43:00 PST |
Lesson of the day. . . |
So every weekend I find there is always a lesson in something I do. This weekend appears to be no exception. I spent the day at PlayLand (local amusement park) and it was awsome! And therein lies the ... Posted by thorn on Sun, 14 May 2006 06:19:00 PST |
Sleepless. . . |
What happens when you find yourself doing things you'd promised you wouldn't do? Thinking things you promised yourself over and over you wouldn't think of? And completely lost on top of it all? I am w... Posted by thorn on Thu, 27 Apr 2006 11:19:00 PST |
Tattoo |
The dragon now has her other wing!Pics are here:Ice WingFull back*so happy*... Posted by thorn on Sun, 16 Apr 2006 11:49:00 PST |
Wind in her wings. |
I feel the wind, but it can not carry this body. All I need is to open my wings and I would soar above. What went so wrong? Endless times I see her falling, folding her wings tight against her body. D... Posted by thorn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |
When it matters, but it can't. |
Fallen within a world of dreams and wishes. Its hard to step back into what must be reality. A play on what could be, I am not always myself. Into the unknown and whatever I desire is mine for the tak... Posted by thorn on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST |