

More of the JourneyMay 16, 2009...continued.More of the Journey
Have you ever seen "Interview with the Vampire"? I imagine that you are sitting across from me at a table just like that, only I'm not a devastatingly handsome vampire and you're not a reporter....or real.
That's kind of what this is like. An interview; unsolicited as it may be...that's what I imagine.
That...or a session with a shrink.
If you've ever been in therapy you know what I mean. At first they just sit there while you talk. Making notes on clipboards they'll never let you see. And then, when you're all talked out and crying, (there's always crying) they


My Journey to InsanityI have no real reason for this journal. This isn't a diary of secret thoughts I wish to hide from the world....it is just....words.My Journey to Insanity
I've always thought that I am better on paper then in person. On paper I am articulate, creative, witty, at times sarcastic, and whatever else I choose to be. In person...now that's a different story. In person I can't hide from myself. I can't create elaborate realities that the world sees as interesting works of literature. I am...me. I'm not a terribly extraordinary person. I have never changed the world or saved a life. Infact, the only life I see that needs saving at this particular moment is mi


AddictionAddiction is a very steady friend One on which you always can depend. A companion through the lonely night There to back you up in every fight.Addiction
It comforts you when the world is cold And gives you the strength to be more bold. It's always there when you start to cry And holds your hand when you want to die.
Its constant reasurrance on which you feed Helps get you through this time of need. You try your best to break the spell Get out of the whole in which you fell.
But in the end the fight is lost Addiction wins, and at what cost?
You loo


all the world is fictionAll the world is fiction Written by my hand, I control the sea, the wind The contours of the land,all the world is fiction
I control the day to day The hours of your life, Filling them with moments Of envy, love and strife,
I control the circumstance
In which youre born and die, I control your final breaths
Before you close your eyes,
For all the world is fiction And choice is but a lie, This novel I call destiny Exists within my mind.


The world is fiction?if all the world is fiction written by "your" hand, why would you have wrought this place where is your master plan,The world is fiction?
if you've written the day to day and the hours of my life, then why include the envy the anger, pain and strife,
if you control the circumstance
of how we're born and die, then why do good people have shorter lives and evil lingers behind,
if all the world was fiction and choice was but a lie then explain why i don't believe in you and you diminish over time.
~Teague
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