purplehaze

And a new journal is started under the new moon. To the sound of my skin splitting and my brain going mad, my body dancing in a frenzy of shaking, joy, misery, loneliness, bliss, gratitude, madness, tears, despair, laughter, hope, panic, anger, fear. I am raw. And full of light. The void, ever closer, ever more real, never more of a mirage. But still, it scares the shit out of me.