Return
My my my...I return to find the dorm messy. But that is...quite alright, I'm sure that it can be solved in a timely manner.
If nothing else my trip has painted a very real, very vivid picture across my mind. Everything is...so stark, so real...and I see once more how utterly fleeting life is. Just a touch and it fades, be it slowly or in a great burst of metaphorical flames.
Can any of you see the beauty it provides, when it isn't so lingering, so selfish and so utterly helpless? No...no I don't think so, but...they say we each grieve in our own ways. I'm not grieving per se...but that term works as well as anything else, I suppose. Time, time is on my side right now...as it is on all our sides. But with each drop of grain into the bottom of the timer we fade a little more.
Will you fade or go out in a bang? Will you be remembered? Will it have been beautiful and memoreable? Painful or painless? Brave or cowardly...? My my but I'm asking so many questions that none of you can answer me, now aren't I? Food for thought I suppose...nothing more...
Shishiwakabirdie
Fujiwara-kun...you had better clean your things up ...in a preferably timely manner...or they simply will not be returned to you. I'm not in the mood for slovenliness at the moment by far, and for once I will not hesitate in breaching my normal calm reserves. You'll find that I can be quite a bit more nasty than what I'm sure you've ever dreamed...
Sasuke
Do not worry for me, kitten. We will talk...yes talk when you return. Have fun in your America, my delicious little kitten...you will have much to tell me when you return. And then your training will begin again full force. I've grown lax, little one. For too long.
For my eyes only
I find my old habits have slipped back full swing and reveling in it seems to be the most delicious of feelings. My mother is dead, and while I miss her, I know that she will never suffer again. Those that I love are destined....for something it seems, but what? What are the fates telling me? I don't know yet...but I will find out in time I am sure. I'm a patient creature after all, but a caged bird is more apt to go out hunting when the urge gets too great.
Hrmm...I'm growing thoughtful, too thoughtful. Perhaps some leisure time with my precious trace eyes will change that. Or a talk with Kin and Sakon about the band. Music flood through me, pounding in my veins and constricting about my heart....I need some sort of release...
If nothing else my trip has painted a very real, very vivid picture across my mind. Everything is...so stark, so real...and I see once more how utterly fleeting life is. Just a touch and it fades, be it slowly or in a great burst of metaphorical flames.
Can any of you see the beauty it provides, when it isn't so lingering, so selfish and so utterly helpless? No...no I don't think so, but...they say we each grieve in our own ways. I'm not grieving per se...but that term works as well as anything else, I suppose. Time, time is on my side right now...as it is on all our sides. But with each drop of grain into the bottom of the timer we fade a little more.
Will you fade or go out in a bang? Will you be remembered? Will it have been beautiful and memoreable? Painful or painless? Brave or cowardly...? My my but I'm asking so many questions that none of you can answer me, now aren't I? Food for thought I suppose...nothing more...
Shishiwakabirdie
Fujiwara-kun...you had better clean your things up ...in a preferably timely manner...or they simply will not be returned to you. I'm not in the mood for slovenliness at the moment by far, and for once I will not hesitate in breaching my normal calm reserves. You'll find that I can be quite a bit more nasty than what I'm sure you've ever dreamed...
Sasuke
Do not worry for me, kitten. We will talk...yes talk when you return. Have fun in your America, my delicious little kitten...you will have much to tell me when you return. And then your training will begin again full force. I've grown lax, little one. For too long.
For my eyes only
I find my old habits have slipped back full swing and reveling in it seems to be the most delicious of feelings. My mother is dead, and while I miss her, I know that she will never suffer again. Those that I love are destined....for something it seems, but what? What are the fates telling me? I don't know yet...but I will find out in time I am sure. I'm a patient creature after all, but a caged bird is more apt to go out hunting when the urge gets too great.
Hrmm...I'm growing thoughtful, too thoughtful. Perhaps some leisure time with my precious trace eyes will change that. Or a talk with Kin and Sakon about the band. Music flood through me, pounding in my veins and constricting about my heart....I need some sort of release...