My Personal Sea

(Henry-Joseph Harpignies 1819-1916)

I've always had a strange sort of sadness in me.

A deep-rooted ache,

A dull-edged strain of melancholy.

Those around cast glances my way

when I fail to shed tears

over the events of the day. 

Over the comings and goings,

the commonplace tragedies,

the lives and the deaths.

They don't understand the sorrow

of sunrises and sunsets.

Its the thoughts of unknown

that gnaw at my heart.

It's the ideas I can touch,

but not feel,

that set me apart.

For I envy those whose tears

flow fast and free

as a clear mountain spring

emptying into a mutual sea.

Instead I walk the shores of a fathomless lake,

averting my gaze from the depths

of black and blue,

if only for my sanity's sake.

Perhaps one day a lone soul will find me,

having stumbled upon my personal sea,

and together, with dry eyes and heavy hearts,

we'll drown in this unspoken misery.

--by Skye

A Failed Endeavor

Before school this year, I got a notion in my head: I would be a fashion blogger. I'd be one of those cool fashion-y girls that wears dark lipstick and pouts all the time and stomps the halls in Lita boots. Well, the first two things I did anyway...and Lita boots are overrated. But mainly, the reasons were-

1.) It validated my sometimes-self-obsession.

2.) I thought the name I came up with was cool (Style Asylum).

So I tried, and after about .2 posts I'd run out of things to write about. But it seems a waste to not post the pictures anywhere, so let this be a tribute to the deceased Style Asylum. May it rest in peace.

Almost-Fall Playlist

Lorde- Tennis Court

Haley Reinhart- Oh My!

John Legend- Who Did That To You

The Animals- The House of The Rising Sun

The Kinks- Sunny Afternoon