willyoucryforme:
one word.

.C.H.A.N.E.L.


merry christmas indeed.

moonreaper:

Keep me my cage, for you are the gaoler of my grief,
The ever present malady that poisons my fledgling passion

So I would say to the year 2009, should it ever come incarnate. There were smiles to be had, but for the most part, this was a year of goodbyes. That is not to say that I am overwhelmed by an increasing sense of loneliness (though it is certainly implied), but rather that I feel as if I am being left behind in the wake of all that is changing. To an extent, I feel like I am dying, as I seem ripe with the very complacency I so desperately fear. My passion has not been stoked by an outside influence in too long, and the embers bear the earliest of warnings that their light is not destined to outlive the banality my life has become.

I have allowed myself to become too distant, in part because of necessity, but also for convenience. If 2009 was the year of goodbyes, then 2010 will hopefully be a year of discovery.