I've been here too long - can you tell?
Duet.
She:
Night claims the world
The stars are veiled,
The snow around me falls:
I breathe in smoke
And exhale hope
Of all my dreams unfurled.
My fingers chill
My heart is warmed,
For longing on the morrow:
That I might see desire fulfilled
As we kiss away our sorrow.
He:
So come to me
By roads unknown,
And brightly brave the Storm:
That I might know
Of girl and crow
When in your arms I’ll be.
My body tired
My blood is warmed,
With souls at last entwined:
Oaths upheld, my journey done
And all I sought fulfilled.
LBP by Raven
I look quite nice today. This is a rare thing, and hence the only reason I mention it. A photo via Mercy doesn't do much - I still generally look shit in photos unless I spend an age on lighting costume and make-up and waste several meg of film. So mostly I hide beneath my hat.
No accounting today as the paperwork was hidden beneath builders and dust-sheets. Drawing was for shit too - why can't I draw this damn assassin angel girl - I know what she looks like, how she moves - yet all attempts look like a low-budget elf. Ergh.
I hugged my mother today and told her I love her - something I haven't done in a while. Yes, I'm likely a heartless bitch. I'm just usually too busy trying to work out what she wants or why she's upset or stopping her from pokking at things she shouldn't and causing chaos. Do people who've had a lobotomy have a reduces chance of dementia? 'Cause if they do I'm stabbing a knife in my head tomorrow. *sigh*
Today was a sort of nice and sort of awful day. I'm in a weird mood. Think maybe I need to return to London and talk utter rubbish with friends, have a drink and a few hours when I can pretend I don't have anything to worry about.
She:
Night claims the world
The stars are veiled,
The snow around me falls:
I breathe in smoke
And exhale hope
Of all my dreams unfurled.
My fingers chill
My heart is warmed,
For longing on the morrow:
That I might see desire fulfilled
As we kiss away our sorrow.
He:
So come to me
By roads unknown,
And brightly brave the Storm:
That I might know
Of girl and crow
When in your arms I’ll be.
My body tired
My blood is warmed,
With souls at last entwined:
Oaths upheld, my journey done
And all I sought fulfilled.
LBP by Raven
I look quite nice today. This is a rare thing, and hence the only reason I mention it. A photo via Mercy doesn't do much - I still generally look shit in photos unless I spend an age on lighting costume and make-up and waste several meg of film. So mostly I hide beneath my hat.
No accounting today as the paperwork was hidden beneath builders and dust-sheets. Drawing was for shit too - why can't I draw this damn assassin angel girl - I know what she looks like, how she moves - yet all attempts look like a low-budget elf. Ergh.
I hugged my mother today and told her I love her - something I haven't done in a while. Yes, I'm likely a heartless bitch. I'm just usually too busy trying to work out what she wants or why she's upset or stopping her from pokking at things she shouldn't and causing chaos. Do people who've had a lobotomy have a reduces chance of dementia? 'Cause if they do I'm stabbing a knife in my head tomorrow. *sigh*
Today was a sort of nice and sort of awful day. I'm in a weird mood. Think maybe I need to return to London and talk utter rubbish with friends, have a drink and a few hours when I can pretend I don't have anything to worry about.