Castle Shima

My dad once told me that if I didnt shape up, he would make me pick my switch. I told him that if he didnt shape up that I would make him pick his nursing home.
-- Tim Hester

::: Tower View :::
Brain Damage
Sleep is a luxury that I dont have lately. Its really self-induced, probably because I dont want to dream. I dont want to see the memories and visions that flash in my eyes. And as much as I try to block them out, they come back even more fierce than before.

Years of training to see with my mind's eye come back to haunt me. Now I cant turn it off.

So then this comes to mind:

How happy is the blameless vestal's lot!
The world forgetting, by the world forgot.
Eternal sunshine of the spotless mind!
Each pray'r accepted, and each wish resign'd;

Its from the poem Eloisa to Abelard by Alexander Pope and the inspiration for the movie Eternal Sunshine Of The Spotless Mind (ironically enough).

What if we could erase those memories that hurt us the most? Would we do it? Should we do it? Would we lose those things that define who we are?

...And would it be worth it?
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::: Out In The Yard :::
Here is Jenna's poem about needing help. This is such a good one that I had to mark it.
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::: Background Noise :::
Playground by The Outfield

I'm alone and
I'm lost in this playground
The lights are down on me
All alone and
Afraid in this playground
The city never sleeps
If you listen you won't understand
So confused I don't know where I am

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* Where are you
* And I'm so sorry
* I cannot sleep
* I cannot dream tonight
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