[This journal is now closed.]

( OOC: Goodbye )

Icebergs. It is said that no more that ten percent of one is visible at a time. The rest remains in mysterious, dark waters, defiantly yet slowly lurking ( Read more... )

I sleep alone, yet I feel his body next to mine. Fingers tangle in my hair, warm breath caresses the back of my neck. My chest is hollow, beating heart snatched by a thief in the night. My only wish is for the noise buzzing in my ears to cease, to obtain one solemn moment of peace. This ghost, it haunts me with soothing whispers, calming words ( Read more... )

Nights are spent in overindulgence of fine wine sent from France from a friend who prepares for our visit. Drunk, he catcalls at young men passing down below as he's bent over the rail of the balcony, exposing his bareness to me, a silent plea. I coddle, strong against him, inside him, as I look over his shoulder, smiling knowingly at the lads ( Read more... )

The impending transition from Greece to Germany will be difficult, yet we'll be in good company. We've been spoilt with spectacular architecture and dazzling sun in which we bathe ourselves in, bare-skinned, whenever the chance arises ( Read more... )

Somehow we find our strength to travel. First Moscow, now Athens. If it wasn't for people telling me where I need to be and at what time - with additional assistance provided by Red Bull - I'd surly be lost. At night he is my refuge, taking care of me as I have so many times for him. Ultimately, though, there is a reciprocal relationship in ( Read more... )

I'm humbled in his presence. It's a new experience, yet I'm far too frail at present to have a solid grip on my pride. These weeks have taught me of the power of love, something superior and more powerful than I could ever dream of being. It makes little sense to deny such authority, entering in with the understanding that you are dust in its ( Read more... )

The earth showed me her wonder today, bursting through the thickest of clouds with a promise: he will returnThough confessions sliced through the delicacies of my mortal coil, the damage will be healed in kisses and whispers. Wrongs will be righted with unholy fervour, sealed wounds will bleed anew ( Read more... )

An animal is of little use wounded in the forest. Sometimes in its dementia it gnaws at its own wounds, leaving the abrasions to drip into the pristine white snow. I confess to a dear old friend as he's the only one who will listen, the only one who understands. It's in weakness where we most clearly see our true selves ( Read more... )

The cycle continues, and my defenses grow weaker by the day. Perhaps it's old age settling in these bones, but I'm losing the energy for the incessant battles. Hearing his voice makes it no easier. To love and be love shouldn't be a heinous crime, yet I make it one. I force myself to suffer for our injustices to one another. However, if ( Read more... )