NaomiLights

Dear Sanity ~ Heaven is where the angels reside. Earth is home to man. Hell is where the demons dwell. These three worlds are parallel to each other, coexisting side by side, but never over lapping. Hell is a dark world, when light does brighten its skies it is a dark sun, a deep red that shines with little brilliance. The lands are harsh, mainly rocking mountains and valleys. The one thing Hell has similar to the other realms is clear water that flows like liquid crystals across the landscape. This water gives raise to the few fields and forests of green. Rare jewels of foliage that exist in the usually barren lands. The trees that grow out

Dear Sanity ~ Out of the things that I've done in the past, there are only a few I can remember that I regret the most. One of them is ignoring the things around me. When I first met you, I told you, I was scared. You made me feel something that I couldn't recognize. I hated that. But I shouldn't have hated you. I can't hate you. That day, I just brushed it off, I ignored everything again, but now, I wish I could take it back, and I have to come to accept that there are things that I will never be able to change, no matter how much remorse I could feel. But at the same rate, I also know that I can change what I do now, how I act now, and ho

Dear Sanity ~ Even as the night dragged on, I couldn't help but feel more lonely. So much love to be surrounded by, but I keep pushing it away. Human error of my old ways finding a way to bite me in the ass, but I guess it didn't matter then. Looks are exchanged, small talk is conversed, but none of it feels real. I'm falling back to these masks and I'm sick of them. If I could just slip them off, shatter them beneath my feet, hear them crush in their resolve, but I just can't. Why? Because I'm afraid of what's going to be on the other side of those damn masks, and as pathetic as it is, it's all to real for me to even fuck with. It's the da

Dear Sanity ~ It would have been easy to leave and not look back, as easy as it was not to think; but I didn't leave, and for the longest time, I didn't even move from where I laid, despite the skin to skin contact with the bastard, the monster beside me. No, no. I didn't move, didn't think either, just layed there, tangled in the bed sheets with a blond headed bastard, listening to his  heartbeat and feeling soft, cool breaths ghosting on my skin from the body slumbering beside me. I just allowed my mind to go blank, to just take in the feelings, the warmth and the noise and block out that voice at the back of my mind, that anger, telling m

Dear Sanity ~ I didn't know what my next move was. I couldn't think anymore, couldn't see anything other than images and touches and hear groans and my own whines in my head. Over and over, liquid gold flashed in the front of my mind. This morning, I could still taste it, feel it all, that mouth, that skin burning against me, so supple, that gentle touch. Ha, ha. His hands, his fingers, I could still feel them, trailing and lingering like a bad ghost on my body, hot and scorching bright, just like his eyes— There was no use in sidestepping it anymore. I never had been a person to sugar-coat things. I had allowed himself to fall in love

Dear Sanity ~ I wasn't used to feeling like this. I didn't like it. What was this feeling? Something that felt like guilt or shame or something like that, but no, no, I know better than that. I didn't feel guilt; I had no shame, because how could I feel either of those? I didn't feel, I couldn't, I didn't have a heart to feel things with, and there was just a hole in my chest, just a pit where nothing beats anymore. No. No. I wasn't used to feeling like this at all. You and I, we're meant to hate, there was no way that I could feel anything other than pity for you, anything other than disgust at what had happened. That was how things were me

Dear Sanity ~ I'd find out everything there was to know about people, I'd know it all, and then tug and pull and pinch, and then I'd just let it go, and watch the strings of peoples lifes unravel, string by glorious string. Love is a monster. What sort of person- no, what sort of guardian would I be to these humans if I didn't try to teach them that? Love, Echo.