My dreams of my days as Ienzo seem to have stopped ( Read more... )

Let me watch by the fire and remember my days
And it may be a trick of the firelight
But the flickering pages that trouble my sight
Is a book I’m afraid to write

It's the book of my days, it's the book of my life
And it's cut like a fruit on the blade of a knife
And it's all there to see as the section reveals
There's some sorrow in every life

If it reads ( Read more... )

My head hurts ( Read more... )

I had a dream last night about Ienzo and Xehanort...

About when he first opened the Door.

So much darkness...

But why that dream? And why now...?

...

Well, the ball's ruined, mostly due to our musician fleeing and the other decorator never showing up at all. Oh yes, and the coordinator sulking like a kicked puppy.

It's still going on, of course, and I only hope that the Replica and his lady find some way to enjoy themselves perhaps they can laugh at Riku and Roxas but I have more pressing ( Read more... )

In Zexy's book; therefore, only people who get along with Zexy's book can see it.
( Oddly, the Book seems to have taken a liking to Demyx of late... >>; )

I do not know what it is that the Irish do to their tea, but it is amazing. I know that I gave up caffeine (I have been drinking decaf for the past several months, in fact), but I felt tonight I wished to have some sort of stimulant in my system ( Read more... )

Riku ( Read more... )

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So, I stole bought Axel, Xemnas, Demyx, and myself cats. I have a Russian Blue; her name is Iris. Xemnas has a Panda, Demyx a Van, and Axel a Bombay.

Hm. I do think these animals bring a bit of cheer to this place. This and those flowers I found have begun to remind me a little of what it's like to have a heart...

Heh, you'd think I'd gone soft.