I want your soft flesh. At the bends of your shoulders. Whose lustful touch gentles across your body. Who breathes in your tactile scent,. The delicate texture of every hair. To fasten the tailored clasp,. To squeeze down the lunette. To drop the blade,. To steal this last metal caress. Submitted at Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

I want the rainforests to grow again and I want the concrete to sink into the ground and never be seen again, be swallowed up by the land it swallowed. I want the seas to wash us clean, so we can be the beautiful freaks we were meant to be. Wednesday, 9 November 2011. A thin pane of glassy pain. Seems to be separating us right now. Me with a chill that it may never melt. Monday, 31 October 2011.

Being diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia has turned my world upside down and inside out. I have never felt so alone in all my life, finding out people are not real, nothing was real. This is a blog for me to talk about my fears and stuff. Saturday, October 6, 2007. I lay languished in a world i knew nothing about. Not daring to discover or move,. Attempts were made to run. Where i found my feet stuck.

Vanessa ON, Canada 1985. My spare time has been dedicated to those social outlets of late.