Life without hope is not life - it is nothing but a poorly disguised farce.  

I have to wonder who, what, where, when and how?

Just give your Judas kiss and let us dance this dance already.

To see so many variables flitter about in possibility and see the lone singular arise as lone and cold...is curious and strangely comforting.

Hi enemy.

Please douse yourself in liberal amounts of my apathy and general ignoring 

And occasional rolled eyes and muttered prayer. 

Stars and Light

Oh

To see such a sea,

endless waves

an oceans of stars

burning so bright.

How i wish you could see

that we could join hands.

But alas,

some things

are not meant to be.

I miss having my Kitsune in my life...I hooe things reaolve and we can speak again soon.

A mile marker indicating I have not and refuse to yield and die.