I AM
a voice
& nothing more
---solely based on TRUTH & REALITY.

(Kat)
is the label
to establish my existence,
but
what power is there
in a name to
define me or you?

There is none.
Modern day is the to be past The Future is full of roles that are yet to be cast And when The Line of Chaos rings and order is dubbed the new supreme Consider this oh friend amoungst a sea of folly There is no such thing as Chaos For Chaos is a more complex version of Order

Modern day is the to be past
The Future is full of roles that are yet to be cast
And when The Line of Chaos rings
and order is dubbed the new supreme
Consider this oh friend amoungst a sea of folly
There is no such thing as Chaos
For Chaos is a more complex version of Order

Happiness shall come easy once you can master the art of being happy about absolutely nothing.
Kat

past as past

The confusion inside her heart and soul,
That pain added to all other hurts-the whole

Suffering-that came with the package.
All that bottled emotion turned to rage,

She found a self-destructive outlet,
Her way of screaming, but being quiet

Enough for no one to hear
Her pain, and all that fear
Of dying in that grotesque way,
Wanting to go, needing to stay…

That is not the way things are now,
She has learned, and she knows how
To feel pain and cry, letting it all go,
And float away with the breeze, so

She is happier, her mother doesn’t ask “Why?”
Her friends don’t wear black, marching by
Her grave, her family doesn’t weep
At the memories they so painstakingly keep.

Now, all together they can sit in the sunshine,
Making new memories and laughing away the time.

She loves what life gives her, even if it invokes a tear
To form, she is glad to even be here.

Think twice. Should you always say what you feelThink, is the person you’re telling going to be able to healIs what you’re saying necessary for everyone else to knowJust because you’re thinking something, maybe you should just let it goEveryone else around you may not be as strongSome things need to be kept hidden and you should move alongYou don’t know where that person has come from or where he’s going to goWhat kind of day he’s had, you just don’t knowBefore you blurt out everything you feelThink, is the person listening going to be able to heal?

Think twice.

Should you always say what you feel
Think, is the person you’re telling going to be able to heal

Is what you’re saying necessary for everyone else to know
Just because you’re thinking something, maybe you should just let it go

Everyone else around you may not be as strong
Some things need to be kept hidden and you should move along

You don’t know where that person has come from or where he’s going to go
What kind of day he’s had, you just don’t know

Before you blurt out everything you feel
Think, is the person listening going to be able to heal?

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The most insightful fortune I’ve received in a while.

The most insightful fortune I’ve received in a while.

modern truth

Originality is an endangered species.

Hello, how are you, I am swellAnd although my name will ring a bellI’ll tell you not, and here is whyI’m known for working on the sly I will leave you with some cluesWhich you can follow if you chooseA few of you will know me wellI am the secret you’ll not tellI have no face, no arms or feetI have tears to drink and sick to eatI just keep pushing, on and on, Until bodies are going, going, goneMy victims smile, but are in tearsAll faced with silent, invert fears‘Whats wrong with me?’ they sigh and say‘You’re fat’, says I, day after dayEven though I know it is not trueI’ll lie and say it, just for youBecause I exist to cause you harmMe and Nervosa, arm in armFor now my secret you shall knowAs you watch in horror as I growFor Bulimia, it is my nameand Body Image is my game.

Hello, how are you, I am swell
And although my name will ring a bell
I’ll tell you not, and here is why
I’m known for working on the sly
I will leave you with some clues
Which you can follow if you choose
A few of you will know me well
I am the secret you’ll not tell

I have no face, no arms or feet
I have tears to drink and sick to eat
I just keep pushing, on and on,
Until bodies are going, going, gone

My victims smile, but are in tears
All faced with silent, invert fears
‘Whats wrong with me?’ they sigh and say
‘You’re fat’, says I, day after day

Even though I know it is not true
I’ll lie and say it, just for you
Because I exist to cause you harm
Me and Nervosa, arm in arm

For now my secret you shall know
As you watch in horror as I grow
For Bulimia, it is my name
and Body Image is my game.

Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
Thoreau
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