This, then, though unremembered in waking hours ( Read more... )

 
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My Love
Stands on the edge of infinity.
She dances on the edge of forever
And looks at me across time.
Her smile soothes me
In my hour of sorrow and despair.
And sings me to sleep
When my heart is heavy.

She
Understands my faults
And knows my weaknesses.
She braves the tempests of my mood
And knows what to say to calm me.
And when I drive people away
She breaks ( Read more... )

I am now in the states. Been here a few months now. I'm looking forward to writing here again. And I sincerely apologize to all the friends I had added who were forced to remove me due to inactivity. Here's to hoping nothing that lengthy will ever happen again... (at least without a chance to warn of an absence).

He opens the door and steps into his empty room, and softly closes the door behind him, aware only of the silence and the young darkness. This room which is both his sanctuary and his prison. Even in late evening, the silence is overwhelming. Too many times, he would think of how it must have been this when the world sleeps ( Read more... )

Love or perish.

Where dips the rocky highland ( Read more... )

The purpose of life is to live. The purpose of living is to love.

One thing about creative writing is that one moment you're in full steam, the words just literally writing themselves in your computer, and the next thing you know, you're used up with nowhere to go next. The strange thing is that I already know how it would end: what the major points are, what the characters are going to say at that point, and ( Read more... )

How I spent my Valentines Day:

Cooped up in the house typing something. And getting headaches and nausea. But if it means making some people happy by reading it, then I think I've done my part.

Good night.