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Saturday, September 17, 2005


   Sorely I have been away.
Let's be vague here, things happen, they happen fast and you can only slow them down through calm collected thought. As I have been busy for the past several days, I have not had the chance to endure such thoughts. I have to make room for my art but that should have a pre-emptive position on my schedule. Grind all those thoughts into smaller one and it just makes them harder to work with. Eat the sunlight that you embrace, and the nectar will heal your soul. Bring to yourself the room that the others can't handle and you've found the cure. Pick through the wreckage of your silence and find that malaise was born in the roots of neglect and shame. Lack of voice watered it thoroughly and it bloomed, blacken petals fringed with crimson spell the end with the poison pollen falling to the ground. Tainted soil and dieing foliage. Where is Sanity now? Gunshot wound to the head laying half in a rivulet skirting the Flowering Hell that poisoned my thoughts. Making the water run red and thick. The sun burns the skin of the damned and the petals flaked away slowly, but will sanity ever arise agian. Or is there a seed discretely embedded in the ground beneath the indolent wound that pulses with pain. The numbness gone and I am glad, the fairness no longer shaded. I'll have a beautiful evening now that I can see the stars again.

-Sparkles

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