Isle of Skye

Paulo Coelho says:  "I've been in love before, it's like a narcotic. At first it brings the euphoria of complete surrender. The next day you want more. You're not addicted yet, but you like the sensation, and you think you can still control things. You think about the person you love for two minutes then forget them for three hours. But then you get used to that person, and you begin to be completely dependent on them. Now you think about him for three hours and forget him for two minutes. If he's not there, you feel like an addict who can't get a fix. And just as addicts steal and humiliate themselves to get what they need, you're willing to do anything for love." - By the River Piedra I Sat Down and Wept

Make me very, very strong, for I feel very, very weak right now . Defeated . This mean human existence weighs down on me, Thou hast broken my back. Again! I laugh bitterly. Yet again! I struggle in vain; all seems dark and futile. There is pain, Disillusion Darkness and blocks Obstacles that Thou refuseth to remove from within and from without There is the suffering of attachement that I still remain attached to, All the things that I destroy resurface in full vengeance. I am still attached To the ignorance, the doubts, the fears and the lower base emotions of anger, jealousy, envy, resentment, attachment, of inordinate desires, despair, apathy, confusion A sense of loss and of being lost. Ridiculed. Forsaken. It has all resurfaced Again? Again? I stain my hands as I juggle with memories of the past. My face has festering scars; indelible. I scratch at it Frenetic in my desire to OBLITERATE any remaining sign... That I still exist, re...