upir-lichyj-no-okami

It was a dark and stormy night... And all alone was she left. With her own devices to keep down the boredom. Her mother called, once, twice, so uncertain and worried about her 18 year old daughter being left alone at night and well on into the morning. "It's dangerous." Mother said, her voice as soft as ever. She was on her cell phone, close to the house she could come and get Daughter. "I'm fine I'm a big girl now. All the locks on all the doors are in place. I'm just going to take my bath and head to bed." "I don't know, it's dangerous. Are you sure?" "Yes, mom, I'm sure." Daughter said, annoyed now. She had to grow up sometime and she

I think back on it. On many things. I could just remember it now... A whirlwind of emotions. --never steady --never still --never at rest. Constantly feeling; a whirling mass of fucked up things. Self healing Self guidance. Spirtual journies. A steady lie seducing the sniffling core of my conscience. A stream of video feed through the lines of static. --coming in clear. --can you hear me? Really. Now that I'm thinking. We don't remember things how they should be. I have a sneaky suspicion. That we only romanticize those pictures taking in time. --editing --adding sound --favourable dialogue --exquiste characters Come to

You put yourself through the pain...the tears...over and over again Ever since I could recall up until then, we'd shared a room. He kept away the monsters at night, the demons hiding in the darkness. He absorbed my fear and turned into childish phases. I looked up to him. My savior, my brother. How I love you dearest. So when we moved out of the cramped little yellow house across the street from the plant. I was granted my own room. A door away from my brothers. The tiny hallway never looked so long, never seemed as scary as when I had to sleep the first night a lone. In my room. With the door half-opened to admit the bathroom light. I trie

Love is painful.  Love is cruel.  It's confusing and complex--at it's core it is contradicting.  It is selfish, it's dangerous.  It leads me thinking horrible things about the people around me.  It leaves me up at night, staring out my bedroom window, too miserable to cry, too empty to feel helpless. Love is a never-ending loop of emotions spiraling out of control.  I want him to notice me, to acknowledge my longing, desperate glances.  But there is only distain and uninterest.  Kyoichi, Saionji feels for no one, chasing fruitlessly after the concept of unconditional affection that out lasts eternity.  Even at his lowest, when he should hav

There was a time I'd lay in bed all day, lost in my mind. Clawing at the demons of my past.   Crying silently in the dark,  writhing in pain, moaning in agony. These voices would speak to me, my fingers would itch to create. I think I was afraid and I would call out for help but no one ever came. There was I time  I'd sit on the floor of my room and stare at the walls with a world of questions. Rocking slowly back and forth,   I'd talk to no one. I'd make friends with shadow, have tea with dolls.   There was a time were I was one with the universe, so in tune with nature. My dazed eyes and clouded mind, everyday after was li