done

I was laying my head on him and when I woke up we held each other and fell asleep together.
We never woke up together again.
Why does that even mean anything to me?

Dear 2011, I forgive you for starting out like you were just trying to copy 2010.
Because in one month you have really proven to me that things change and reminded me that I'm am too forgiving.
Some people are so full of darkness that they never realize it until they meet people who can stand like a tower while they are breaking down.
I am still the Sun, the Ocean, The Moon, and the Sky.
Sometimes you have to lose your way, to see, that you know this like the back of your hand. Close your eyes and Go.

Dream: Permission.

I was wearing a turquoise peacoat and walking through the path next to the cemetery, My hair was long and bright reddish orange, like a flame. Eva was standing in the middle of the path in just a light beige dress, her hair was down it was dark brown with blue highlights; she was shivering and saying she was cold. I opened my coat and wrapped it around both of us.
Inside the coat we were hugging eachother for warmth.
We were now in a field. A sickly skinny looking girl walked toward us, it was more as though she was half crawling and dragging herself, it was a really terrifying image.
She comes up and Eva holds on to me tighter. The sick girl sniffs us and keeps petting my hair.
She starts cutting it off, chunks, choppy, angrily.
Eva screams out to take her hair instead, the sick girl tears at Eva's hair pulling her hard, I hold her still as this creature chopped off her hair, lop-sided almost bald in patches, and it continues to start on mine. After it/she has taken all she wants she scampers into the dark wooded area, flaunting the stolen locks.
Eva cries and pets my face I whisper to her, "No one can put spells on us when they've been given permission."

This is eternal, and I am the fire. Trembling, though standing my ground. It is Time.

Sometimes I seek comfort in the Dark Voids because that is where I have learned to center myself most often. In the static depths when all else seems out of place.

Myself...