

Room of AngelsThere is a Room of Angels where true words are spoken, as though the scales of the world had never been broken. As the night in heaven looms, they converse as one under the crescent shaped moon. Around the flickering flame she sits. Her pleasantries exchanged, as blithely as melancholy permits.Room of Angels
Shells of their former selves, the Angels speak in hushed tones of all that has come to pass. Neither of same mind or soul, they clash. Her words seem to scorch the deepest cosmos of the mind. They say her honesty may be brutal, but her heart is benign
- Winter


Winter Musing 2The world is teeming with unnecessary people.Winter Musing 2
Their very existence is a sign of the horror and
blight that plagues this realm. Nothing is assured
in this nostalgic wasteland we are all cursed to live in, so it is in her that I put my trust.
While allowing my heart to beat as one with hers, I sacrifice myself to my enemies, because her will
is my own. And wait for redemption underneath the pillars of her holy grace.
- Winter


Winter Musing 1I stood before the lord and held her gaze with a certainWinter Musing 1
confidence I knew not all my own. Her manner was calm but her eyes suggested a slight ambivalence towards
my words, tempting me to say more and yet encouraging me to simply appreciate her silence.
When at last she spoke, tears hesitantly rolled down her
cheeks, as if they had longed to be free and now feared the life that would await them. I turned away, and felt
her pain and sadness course through me.
And when I finally looked up she smiled, and so did I, for
her tears, were mine. And at last my thoughts wer
Many thanks for the
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A photograph is usually looked at - seldom looked into.
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Live fast, die young and leave a good-looking corpse
~ James Dean
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Pino no Usagi
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