AngeIhead:
Если немного мечтать опасно, лечения не мечтать меньше, но мечтать больше, мечтать все время.
AngeIhead:
Beauty is made possible only in imperfection. Arrival comes when you have lost all direction.
AngeIhead:
Folded arms come apart to embrace the sacred warm, the Divine enters and unties the soul with mystic sorrow. In the late morning waiting, fish tacos with ranchero sauce.
AngeIhead:
The intercession din rises from those present, waiting, weeping, they mourn only themselves. The procession fills as the living stare into the dead, movements unshown, a thing half known, followed only by what has been said.
AngeIhead:
You spoke, and I turned into something I am not. I awoke, and yearned for something I never sought. You have my mouth, and a voice that will not be. I hold your eyes, but they never see...me.
AngeIhead:
Speeding at the sound of sleep, what we take we cannot keep, fingers holding clouds apart, waiting for the rains to start, pressured to be and to do - something, but DARING to be and to do absolutely .......nothing
AngeIhead:
"Yeah, I feel pretty safe here," said Damiana with more than a hint of relief in her voice. "I feel like, well I mean, there's no real danger of being raped or murdered or .....prayed for."
AngeIhead:
Studies have observed a correlation between creativity and bipolar disorder, although it is unclear which direction to look, or whether both conditions are caused by some third, bizzare and unknown factor, unseen by science, medicine, and/or broken glass
AngeIhead:
My grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it "shining." And for a long time, I thought it was just the two of us that had the "shine" to us - Just like you probably thought you were the only one.
AngeIhead:
(Programs, Procedures, Heartless Advice) Its hard to deal with pain during a depressive episode. This causes sufferers to retreat even further into THIER own world. Just as they find a DELUSIONAL solace, 'insightful' people may offer these 4 simple STEPS:
AngeIhead:
At home in the darkness, yet seeking the light, when the day is gone, what gives weight to night?
AngeIhead:
(Away From You) here I am not at home Out in the street I go, a phantom to roam Walking and walking my heart loses sight, In a high window my sun gives way to night.