My Dad's Coming Home!
I mean... tomorrow as in... perhaps 2AM?
There's a pretty large typoon over here, I hope my dad's fine.
I've decided to write poetry on this journal... there's nothing much to update about.
This is a poem I wrote to Memorina, an artist on DA, posted to her journal a while ago upon grieving of a loss.
Memories -to Rinacat
His letters are scattered on the floor
All of which these memories bore
Like picking up petals, one by one
Restoring the fragrance of long-lost time
I was twelve and he was thirteen
When no more mail was left to be seen
From there I moved on and left him behind
And carried these memories in the back of my mind
For all this time while I looked ahead
Already had he left on his deathbed
Upon dawning my nose turned sour
Wilted letters now blossom to flower
This was the moment from where we tore
He was thirteen and I’m twenty four.
If you don't understand, here's the link http://www.livejournal.com/users/momorina/73064.html
I've got to sleep now... I've got a cold. *sneezes*