No Time

to breathe!! ahh. i have been running around like crazy in the past 2 weeks. will be going to watch wicked tonight in SF. will post pix soon!

Cube Life

This was my cube before I decorated. I stared at blank walls for over 60 hours. Realized it was driving me nuts! So I brought in some personal stuff.

Now I've apparently become the guy from Office Space that wears too much flair. Oh well!

Another Writing Piece

I've gone through a couple drafts. A good friend of mine who is a writer did give me some feedback, as to how the character makes the reader want to feel by the end. I tweaked the end a bit to try and relay how I want the reader to feel, but I'd like your personal opinion of what you got out of it.

A Dark Place

Fear is not being in control. Fear is staring in the eyes of a wild animal. Thirsting for blood. He snarls, flashing his razor sharp teeth. Ready for the kill. Deduced down to prey, the malicious attacks come one after another. Nowhere to run. I want to cry out, I want it to stop. Please, I didn't do anything. I plead, I cry, I beg. Alone. Alone. No one to turn to. No one who helps. Just you and me. I shield my face from the attacks. Lash one. Lash two. You beast, you monster. I continue to pray because I need to believe someone hears. I pray that someone will hear you. Someone will see you. Still no one comes. I am alone. Alone at your mercy. I'm held captive. Your breath, hot against my face. You smell my fear. You sense it. You prey on it. I pray on it. 

 

No light avails. I lose count of the time. 2am ticks to 3am, tick tick it’s 4. It drags on. You're enraged, the madness turns to viciousness. Whore, Bitch, Slut! You cry out. One lunge, two. Why does no one hear but me? You think I've gone astray. Betrayed. You're wrong, but you'll never know. You take control and assert it. Lash three. Lash four. I fear it'll never end. I hold my breath. Fear on my lips, too afraid to cry. Fear. Fear, control, You take it from me. You take me down. Trembling, he comes again. Stop! Arms clash. Face to face, I'm terrified but there is no one else. Just me and you. No knight in shining armor, no helping hand from God. I push back, only to be taken down one, two, three more times. 

 

From the ground I stare out the window, pleading for day to break. It never comes. An endless night haunts every hour. A darkness settles while a heart beats, deafening the silence. I reach out to find no other hand. Deadweight lifted with great effort. Blurred vision in an eternal darkness. I touch my face. Nothing left but a hollow shell. Emptiness fills the room, as bitter tears and a hint of copper mix, passing with ease. I stay huddled, alone, and forgotten. 

i am . . .

poooooped. that is all. :) good night