My mind is my safe haven, my sanctuary. It's a place i can always go to get away. It is my best friend and my worst enemy. It's always there for me, but it twists my thoughts to doubt. Secrets locked and held away, sympathized and scrutinized. It understands and it scolds. It's a double edged blade and if not wielded well will cut the wielder, me. I never thought it able to be invaded so precisly and so quickly. Emptied and strewn to the feet of one person other than myself. Sought through and thoughts interpreted by another. Becareful who you confide in, regret may follow. Stay with your sword, double edged and carefully placed in you.

Random Ramblings of B

Bereave the beserk benighted belle. Benedict not the bestial, bilious blackguard but bestow blind barney on blushing, bonny blokes of the bold bolsterous bolero you bootless boon!

Yeah, um...got bored with a dictionary one night....??

The dark twisting mist of make believe, of dreams, races around my head as I lay in a half sleep. I cling to nothing and everything at once, pulling myself onward through the rough sands of fairytales. Colors dance around me in a burst then are drowned in the gray and black of the midnight stories swirling around my form.