I keep expecting the days to seem shorter. With how many I have already seen, and how many I know are still to come, I would think that each day would become a passing blur. It is not so. Each days seems to stretch on indefinitely. Sometimes living a very long life is not a blessing.

( My siblings )

I emailed Findekano. It's not the way I wanted to speak to him, but I had to do it. Now I'm just waiting, and looking for reassurances that everything will be all right.

It should never have fallen apart this far.

A story of a conversation that showed how much of a fool I was being, and opened my eyes in more ways than one.

( Different, somehow... )

I continue to put memories in my journal. But for the moment, it is memories that captivate my mind, and so I am compelled to write ( Read more... )

I remember the day we left. She stood beneath the pillars, while the wind swept the hair from her back. She watched me, solemn, as her family left her side. I expected to see some accusation in her eyes, but I knew there would be none. She knew me too well, just as I knew her. She understood that I had to leave, for reasons I did not know. And I ( Read more... )

Of all the things that I have had to contend with in my new life, music is perhaps one of the hardest. Which may seem exceptionally odd, considering how many new things I've seen over the past month ( Read more... )

Transition into a new life is not easy. Of course, I should not have expected it to be, but some part of me did so despite my better thinking ( Read more... )

So many memories. Of so many things, how can I ever keep them seperated from one another? There are many times when I can only sit back, and let the visions come ( Read more... )

I wish for many things. My life is strange and unnatural to me. I know so many things that I should not. My very mind haunts me with memories ( Read more... )