Jun 11, 2008 08:06
This little vacation has proved most fruitful; it has been so very long since I've felt this good. My hands have not been idle and the hours have passed too quickly for my liking but all good things must come to an end? Or at least a short respite so as not to turn anymore heads in my general direction. I do not need the attention nor do I want it. Save your tiresome worries for someone who cares.
So many faces all running together, but hers has not been seen again. No others that dredge up things better left buried either.
She thinks a putting a face to the body makes it harder? All those found and those that never will be shall prove her so very wrong indeed.
How many were there? I lost count, but it wasn't enough. I could have continued but instinct says it would have been unwise and instinct has rarely failed me.
So much already lost, so much more to lose and without feeling them on my hands, the brief spurts of vitality and almost normalcy is gone. I want it, I want to feel alive again through their life running over my fingertips, but for now I must rest.
The ones lost are always replaced within the day and more keep coming - there will be plenty of time, yet still never enough.
[OOC: 'She' refers to Kurenai in an ongoing log but I was at a loss for anything else to mention so I'm jumping the gun without it being posted. And ....I have no excuses for this journal except for lack of sleep and whatever else brought that on. >.>]
kurenai,
crazy anko is crazy,
inner ramblings