BitterSweetCariad

The girl stood before the Angel of Judgement, the blood still on her hands, the body at her feet. The Angel was making a choice. "A life for a life." The girl could feel the tears welling up in her eyes. This was not fair. It was not so black and white. She had to make the Angel SEE. "You do not understand! I HAD to do it. He needed to die!" The Angel looked down with unseeing eyes, bound by impartial logic. "A life for a life." The girl wept. She had suffered pain, fear, shame, self loathing. Anger was the only thing that had strengthened her, the only bit of life she had left. And now her act of rage was going to cost her, her soul.

There are different ways of knowing people. Some people you talk to everyday; they are a constant presence in your life. Some people are not so consistent, but they make an impact all the same. Their sporadic involvement touches you. And then there is a different sort of person. The kind of person who you have never talked to, but is there all the same. A mythical figure. A background character. I have such a person. I call him ‘The Sailor’. The Sailor looks like a character out of a folktale. A physically imposing man, even now, when he is well into his sixties at least. Bald head, huge white handlebar mustache, tanned skin,

I am a religious person. That seems to shock most people, I am not sure why. Most people, I believe, take a look at my pierced and tattooed self and assume: "Some weird goth chick DEFIANTLY does not believe in a higher power, or any sort of organized religion." Which is bigotry. Other possible reasons (ones that have been expressed by friends and acquaintances) are that 1. I never seem to speak about being religious 2. I am too intelligent to be religious Let me address both opinions in turn. First off, I talk about being Jewish all the time, to the point where I think some people find it annoying (I know who you are). I believe though,

As she walks she holds the glass ball Cupped tenderly between two palms Fingers intertwined Creating a net of protection to preserve its fragile state As she walks she must tread carefully Placing her foot steps with caution One foot before the other One slip means devastation Should the glass ball fall from its careful perch Its transparent complexity would shatter into a thousand pieces And be scattered beyond recognition She fears this So she must walk carefully Mustn’t slip Mustn’t slip All is focused on keeping the glass ball together There is room for nothing else This focus takes up all her vision All her strength All

And then when you have finished raging. When you have finished berating them for all their negativity  When you are done denouncing them for how unsupportive they have been. When the anger finally ebbs… You look around and realize your painstakingly built walls of self confidence have been pulled down,destroyed. And your self loathing comes rushing back.

That moment when you are hurt, depressed, or angry, and you put off playing music. Because you know when you put the music on, everything will be okay, and you want to feel this pain a little longer. Music always works. Music has always been there for you. To brighten your day, to make you feel confidant, to channel and dispel your rage, to celebrate your accomplishments, to calm and recharge you. There is a record for every problem, a song for every hurt. Let the beat dispel your anxiety. Let the chorus uplift you. Let the lyrics purify you. Your headphones are your greatest weapon. Music. Music is life.