Life is cyclical

I am wearing pants again, I have pretty much although not completely stopped wearing outlandish earrings, I am growing my hair out again, I am wearing makeup (eyes only) again. I am effectively stripping away everything that made me stand out over the last year and a bit. I am hiding, but if you asked me from what I could'nt tell you. I certainly hope I don't revert back to the person I used to be, honestly speaking looking back I don't like that person very much.

If you can tell me what I am hiding from please let me know, anyone...

Its half way through the year and it has already been an incredible roller coaster. I let someone into my life in a way I swore I never would again and the results have been chaos. In the best possible way, but also slightly traumatic.

I had a blood test yesterday morning the second one I have ever had and I felt so weird, I went very cold and then very hot and the room darkened and I saw spots. That happened the first time I had a blood test as well, but I have given blood before with no adverse effects and thats a lot more blood. Blood is so pretty, and so heavily steeped in symbolism, people thought it was weird that Angelina Jolie wore her husbands blood round her neck, but it makes sense if you think about it. Blood is the most visible life force we have, thats why it has so many stories.

I collect stories, love stories in all media and of all kinds, not love stories in the way you are probably thinking, I think all story's are love stories really. The Lord of the Rings was a love story on many levels, it was about love of life love of power love of people and love of love. Thus all stories are about love in some form and all stories intrigue me. My face hurts and my eyes are tired, I want to fall asleep. But I don't want to be by myself. My head is a lonely place.