(4)

... I painted my toenails gray.
More often then I'd like to admit when ever I go home my heart takes over my common sense and i drown in unfulfillment and a haunting feeling of something not finished creeps on. And there it is: there is nothing more beautiful then a handsome guy in a good suit.

(3)

... more then often I wonder how much it would cost, or what it would cost for my moral compass to point wrong. In some sense I've been following it truthfully, but then again I stopped following it when I had to chose a side.... and I did it with no regrets quite some time back now. So maybe when the time comes, the "pointing-right" becomes just pointing.... pointing towards life.

(2)

... there always is something to a shattered self.

(1)

... Her father's garden has been a cradle of solace with it's dense bushes every time I pass it. She was working in the garden as I stopped and got on my toes to smell the light purple lilac. She came to me and gave me a fistful of branches that now are put next to my bed. I always want to be next to lilac. It mends my soul.

(0)

... I have a feeling I am someone special.