LovelyEntanglements

Something I'm working on... Loveless and Beloved Beloved and Loveless, but what's in a name? Their hearts were once full but now one's not the same Beloved still loves him, but he feels love is no use Now Loveless' blind lies send Beloved to abuse Loveless was once hopefull, not loveless at all But betrayal soon took him, hope, happiness, and all Beloved knew not of his hearts' tourturous demise Beloved had been gone, but came back to a surprise Loveless' first name had been banished by he himself And Beloved believed he also had set her on the shelf His strength is now lost, though he believes it to be more But through denying t

  I feel like slow-motion empathy in a jaded world today... like my face is heavy from the tears that can't come. My voice sounded like someone else's this morning, and the words weren't my own. Do you ever feel like that? Like you can't, no matter how hard you run or how much force you put into your screams, get outside of yourself? It seems like that has been my only consistency lately. Like a dream where you're running from a reason rather than a person, and your legs are so heavy it hurts, but you keep running anyway, getting only a few feet further. You scream until your jaws ache and your lungs heave dangerously, and yet you sound to yo

   I don't suppose any one'd have any ideas as to where I could scan in a 4x4ft painting? my scanner only does notebook sized anything...