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 Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 6:49 pm
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:10 pm
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  While carrying unhealable wounds
They act strong, such frail beings
Swallowed by the waves of noise
They continue today to wander
☥ Αɸʂђɩɱɑ の Уɸʂђɩҹυҟɩ ☥
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青島 の 由雪
Mmm, this was a nice breeze. Yuki lifted his face towards the source and closed his eyes to feel the cool press of wind against his skin. This was nice. It felt like freedom. And in a way, it was freedom. He was out--there were no tethers--no binds holding him in place. This was where he belonged, traveling the world, learning languages and cultures and gaining understanding. That was what he was. A philosopher, a scholar, a writer, a theorist. He tried to figure out the world, and he had to see more of it to do that!
Of course, it would be nicer under other circumstances. Before there was a goal. There was a drive. Something made him want to move, kept him roaming from place to place. Now there was nothing but the quest for knowledge. And where would that take him? There was always a destination. Perhaps he wasn't so much a free spirit as he thought. It was times like these that were nice, but when he realized there would be no final satisfaction in the end...what was the point? And so he needed to recharge. There was one place he really belonged, with people he cared about, and that was where he could recharge his metaphorical batteries before heading off again. Surely they understood. He'd sent letters--even mailed a special copy of his newest book. Of course, they probably couldn't make heads or tails of all the theories and facts and history and religious references... But it was what he did. He tried to figure out what was out there, that no one could see. From the human condition and the soul, to what species had gone undiscovered. Hence his idea about angels.
He'd met with only criticism so far, but that was to be expected. It would make no sense to humans, anyway--only to vampires and to daemons. And if angels did exist, then to them. What were they if they existed? He was probably wrong. How would such a race go undetected so long? It was impossible!
But it was worth a try, anyway. This was what he lived for. The thrill of the hunt--for facts. For tangible evidence about things around them. And that was the satisfaction at the end.
He adjusted his glasses and looked around with a tiny smile. All alone out in the woodland of Japan. It unnerved him to be in the cities so unlike the Japan he remembered, but here among the sakura--it was just like his memories. So nostalgic. A good place to rest.
Graceful World
Meetings and partings are all for our benefit
Let's be glad that we were born into this blue world
Doing this, our souls have become things of courage
Even if we lose our way, let's coexist beneath this wide sky
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Posted: Sat Sep 18, 2010 8:31 pm
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