Eating My Soul

Because really, I don't spend enough time on the internet already. Between facebook, web comics, The Arcana Files, fanfiction, and music, I've decided I need a Tumblr, too. A little late to jump on the bandwagon, I know, but really, that thing was bookin'.

I swear, if anyone ever figures out how to use the internet as a way to brainwash the human race into becoming a mindless hoard, we're all screwed. At least, my generation and on.

...Well, that's sort of already happened. But that's besides the point.

If any of you are interested and not yet sick of me, you can find my Tumblr here. It's the same username as tAF, but, in a spark of inspiration (and lack of originality), I titled it "Come On, Skinny Love...", a popular song by Bon Iver. Although, I'm very tempted to rename it "Eating My Soul" instead. It has an interesting ring to it.

In an attempt to make this sorry excuse of a post a little less sorry, I leave you with a piece of my writing I rediscovered while cleaning my room.

And she doesn't want to be

The wind beneath his wings

Or the reason he sings

The fire in his eyes

Or the reason he dies

She just wants to see

All he can be

In the depth of his soul

Like a dark empty bowl

And she wants to be a part of everything

And to hear that silence ring

Out into time and space

Reflected in every beautiful face

That fills the room with light

The one that keeps her awake every night

And she just

Wants him

To love her.

Wander safely,
Arc.

PS. - Cleaning out my room, I found my ex-girlfriend's...

1. Assorted drawings
2. Guitar tabs
3. Philosophy homework
4. Name tag from Youth Sunday
5. Playbill from the last play she was in

...I stopped dating this girl over a year ago. The hell. I'm confused.