Somehow, I'm shocked that this thing still exists. It's been nearly a year since I touched it. I'm almost certain I intended to delete it. I usually don't like to go stirring up the past, but I return to it for the sake of catching up with people I've lost touch with. If there's anyone I haven't talked to in a while, please do leave a comment ( Read more... )

This journal's function has changed. It will now be used solely for maitenance purposes for Rapture Of Wind when it launches. Anyone still recieving this journal's updates should delete this username from their friends' lists.

I woke up to the sun shining through my window again this morning. The smell of cigarette smoke and scotch is still hanging in the air all through my apartment. Sometimes I think I'm missing out on something because I don't have to get up to an alarm clock every day like normal people. I always set the alarm on my cell phone just in case, but I ( Read more... )

Here I am again, leaving the midst of yet another group of people I don't know. I just met them a few hours ago, and they agreed to accept me for the night. We'd just been hanging around various places and talking like normal friends would do, but I knew I probably wouldn't see them again after the night is over. It's an interesting concept... ( Read more... )

We stand here on fields of endless green, looking into skies of flawless blue. It is the most welcoming sight we have seen in years. Weighted by scar tissue and weapons still in tow, we proceed to this new place, untouched by the horrors of war and the stench of spilled blood. Even industry has done little to change this land. Our arrival in ( Read more... )

Allison woke up in an unfamiliar setting. She was on the dusty remains of a couch in what looked like an old office building hallway. The last thing she remembered was being carried on Dantou's back. They'd been hiking across what seemed like countryside when she started getting weary. He picked her up and carried her, and then she got tired ( Read more... )

It's time to move on, carrying my life in a heavy bag on my back and an even heavier burden in my chest. Neither was enough to stop me from moving on before, though. My eyes have never teared, and my feet have never dragged. I've left more homes than I can remember, and I'll leave many more. Just another burden to shoulder, I suppose ( Read more... )

My hands have long since been stained with blood
and my heart a smear beneath someone's feet.

All my strength and tears would never be enough to keep you happy
but I'll be waiting here for you to take if you'll have me.

Comments: This is going to be the beginning of something I'm writing for someone special. I'm not sure where it's going at this ( Read more... )

It's been two years since that day she walked away from me. It's been two days since I walked away from her ( Read more... )

This journal is my personal junk box - a collection of unfinished writings of various kinds, from poetry to short story ideas. I often find myself with scattered thoughts, and tend to attempt to keep track of them by writing them while letting thoughts flow freely and recording the results. The end result is by no means intended to be a refined ( Read more... )