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It has been TOO long since I last updated
Alright, it has been much too long since my last post. I owe everyone and apology and an update, not that very many follow my journal as it is. To those precious few, and the random stranger, do accept my profound apologies ( Read more... ) -
Story
My author wrote a short story for me that bares my desperate feelings, and I am loathe to share it but I am... be nice Elen'dae ( Read more... ) -
Men
Male. This is a physical concept. Masculine. This is a cultural concept trained through the process of life. So why, if this is so, are some males naturally masculine such as Elen'dae and some naturally not so? Elen'dae certainly was not trained to be cruel. He's had nothing but anyone's pity from those whose opinion mattered all of his life ( Read more... ) -
Hello Jack Daniels
I looked at a bottle of poison like my best friend today.
A green bottle with a lip covered in dust and a fading label. It was just sitting there innocently on the counter. I don't even know why I keep poison.
Valar, I can't DO this! I can't just... be strong and perfect and hide the hurt and fact that I have a raw wound that he doesn't care about ( Read more... ) -
Boyfriends
Lovers... are like a pastrami sandwich at a picnic. Here today, gone in twenty minutes, but the burp of garlic recurs every now and then, and just when you feel that you have overcome the forces of indigestion, pastrami haunts your halitosis. Needless to say, this journal is dedicated to my lovers ( Read more... ) -
Dust in the Wind
I think wind is a sign of changing times, isn't it? It's amazing... wonderful and frightening, and maybe... I feel hope and life again.
No. I know that I do. It's my future I feel, and it has naught to do with Elen'dae. In that way it is frightening, because it is foreign. And yet... I do not weep when he is near. Instead of crimson eyes, I ( Read more... ) -
September
Hot apple cider
Golden leaves
Aged oaks
Cool winds, warm sun. Hand in mine as we pass through a lifetime.
September hurts....
September rejoices
Death may come, but not forever...
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Stages of Grief
For those of you who have been putting up with my ranting, raving, and many entries of varying, fluctuating emotional states, I do apologize. Please try to understand that it has been part of the grieving process... and thankfully I am at last at a point in grieving where I can look at myself and look back objectively and identify the stages of ( Read more... ) -
Burning Bridges
Life looks so much different when you're drunk ( Read more... ) -
Musings of my quill
Somewhere, in some place, I know that people still use quills to write. I cannot specify where, of course, since I don't know who will find these pages, and some secrets I am oathbound to keep for the sake of what is left of my people.
This diary entry is, I fear, not going to be very interesting because it will be the mere compilation of my stream ( Read more... )