urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trashmywords Danielle Danielle 2007-01-27T15:50:24Z urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trashmywords:1078 2007-01-27T15:46:05Z 2007-01-27T15:50:24Z She cries, but I do not know how to act or what to do. I feel useless and hopeless as I sit in the background, being ignorant towards her tears. It’s a family trait, I suppose – ignorance, after all, is blissful<br /><br />She’s lost everything she’s ever known but she forgets about us; the people who are still here, still breathing and alive trying to help her through her pain despite our own&nbsp; The feeling of loss and defeat surrounds us all, yet we’re still here. What do we do now? Where do we go from here? urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:trashmywords:554 2007-01-12T04:29:21Z 2007-01-12T17:34:13Z <p align="left"><em>This is life<br />This is war<br />This is what we do for fun.<br /><br />We breathe.<br />We fail.<br />We start again.<br /><br />`07</em><br />~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~<br /><br />I write nonsensical gibberish from time to time. Sometimes I do it for fun, other times - most of the time - I do it to feel something. My words aren't forced. If they were forced, they would probably make sense. Fortunately, I'm not here to make sense.<br /><br />I'm not a published author, I'm not a successful writer and I have no plans in dictating what should and shouldn't be displayed. Criticize my art, trash my words - do what you feel is necessary, but maintain a respectful attitude while you're at it.<br /><br />Thank you and good day.</p>