||008|| Piece by piece, it's how I let go of you
[Private; unhackable]
March 28th. Log:
Wild honey has the scent of freedom,
dust--of a ray of sun,
a girl's mouth--of a violet,
and gold--has no perfume.
Watery--the mignonette,
and like an apple--love,
but we have found out forever
that blood smells only of blood.
Happy 20th spring, Sakura. I'm still alive. Wow.
[/Private]
If anyone needs me, I'll be at the cabinet, there are some patients to attend to. It's shiny outside. Finally, a bit of spring...
[[Poem by Anna Akhmatova. Anyway. No, she's still not out of her funk, but she'll pretend, for what it's worth. Suggest presents, ideas and anything related to her birthday in ooc comments.]]
March 28th. Log:
Wild honey has the scent of freedom,
dust--of a ray of sun,
a girl's mouth--of a violet,
and gold--has no perfume.
Watery--the mignonette,
and like an apple--love,
but we have found out forever
that blood smells only of blood.
Happy 20th spring, Sakura. I'm still alive. Wow.
[/Private]
If anyone needs me, I'll be at the cabinet, there are some patients to attend to. It's shiny outside. Finally, a bit of spring...
[[Poem by Anna Akhmatova. Anyway. No, she's still not out of her funk, but she'll pretend, for what it's worth. Suggest presents, ideas and anything related to her birthday in ooc comments.]]