I have started a new journal:

akari_de_lis

I've been phasing out the miamigirl stuff; it caught on freshman year after I moved here, but the miami persona doesn't really connect with me much anymore. It's kind of sad, really. But, existance moves on...

The little girl sat with her back pressed against the slats of her chair, legs tucked under, chin set haughtily. Eyes glazed bright emerald, she stared steadily at the bridge of the woman's nose. The stench of the leather beneath her rose and she felt like retching, the silky skin brushing her calves almost causing a sob. The woman continued her ( Read more... )

my tungue hurts.*tear*

But hearts do not speak, and even if they do, other people do not hear them; for this we need words, and the lonely and alienated salesman had no words for what was wrong with him.

But at my back I always hear time's winged chariot hanging near; and all before us lie deserts of vast eternity. Your beauty shall no more be found; nor in your granite vault, shall sound my echoing song. Then flames shall try that long-preserved virginity, and your quaint honor turn to dust, and into ashes all my trust.

she was a lucent girl, freckled with dust, trailing a cloud of anodyne.