Hang on tightly, let go lightly.
lacunalethe:
Almost as long as I can remember I've had these dreams of being murdered. I close my eyes and I'll feel my head jerk back as a bullet rips through my head or I'll feel the sharp cold steel of a knife slide through my ribs and slice open my heart. When I was a kid I used to wake up screaming, now I try to just roll with it. I don't know why this is happens to me but it's been like 20 something years now. The knife thing really sucks. I can feel the cold of the metal, the weirdness of the muscles separating, the sharp pain of the cut, and the even the metal twisting my guts. I don't know. I guess you learn to live with it.
lacunalethe:
Fuck I meant that as a new post. Oh well, I'm tired time for bed. Sweet dreams all!