Reading harold_maude's journal

I've been thinking. On overload again.
But it's something I'm prone to do it seems.

I've been thinking about a flame
of yellow and brilliant white
And piles of things that speak
of both day and night.
Of pictures painted
while rivers of life flowed
and have been wondering
if I took a match
how high the flames would go.

I've been daydreaming all day long
about running far away
and leaving behind
in ashen grey
the things of these now tired hands.

I cannot seperate what I feel
from the storm that sits above my head.
And so I've been thinking
about a burning flame.
To take thoes things
that have define my soul
and pile them in a field of dying grey
taking a match
a simple thing
and setting it all ablaze.

In the burning
there would be the last threads
the shadows and dreams
and thoughts
so many
too many to stand against
my heart is blank tonight
I feel as though I've hit the wall
one more time
this time it's like a dark void
dark as blackest night.

If lighting a blaze
by match and flame
maybe it would lift the weight
maybe...

Wendy I know what this poem means and I can assure you that this is not the way to go. Please I tried to call you on the phone, the line is busy, I tried 6 - 8 times and I am frustrated. Please. Burning all your work will not get rid of the pain. Please believe me.

NULL!!! PLEASE DO NOT DELETE ALL HER POSTS... I BEG YOU!

I sent null a second e-mail and requested that he not delet them.
I'm sending you the house number.

Your writing is beautiful which means your thoughts are beautiful which means that you are beautiful.

I've never had a lot of contact with you but i know that majic is right. Writing is only ever an expression of what you feel. Even if you destroyed everything, the reasons why you did will still be there, but they'll be harder to locate, define and sort through. You can only make yourself feel worse. Your heart isn't ever blank.

Talk to me any time. *Hugs*
-mel

Look at me! I'm a prostitute robot from the future!

Oh, Ms. Maude. While I support your right to choose, I wish you wouldn't do it.

Just think, later on you can look back at your previous work and see how much you've grown.

Please contiune to vote AND post.

Thankyou. I'm trying to fix it.
I'm sorry I went off the deep end last night.
The work, my art is still safe.
There are some people here who will take the art and hide it from me if they have to.
I've tried to distroy my stuff before and they wouldn't let me, they rescued it from the madness that shows up and tries to take me.

It doesn't happen very often, but when it does, it's not good.

They say that madness and genius are twins, and the line between them is very thin.
It makes me wonder if madness comes does that mean there are moments of genius that come as well?