Wind awakened in courteous puffs. Nudging drowsy oak to breathing, but. Allowing lazy-child chime a sleep-in. Yawning sun flowed over dew-sheen. In soft sighs, sating my August heart. With the filling, fear of the hollow. Following; the stifling of hope. Of this bliss someday returning. Grass lay down his jeweled-cloak. To cast my steps in brief time,. But, my prints are fading fast behind;. One step passed bliss was taken.

In my end is my beginning T. The gentle reality of an early evening light. And I am sitting still. There is a strange sense of beauty and solemnity and communion. In the gathering of silent thoughts. After awhile, they dissipate,. Convening into a hollow hall of silence. I fall into an unconditional acceptance of what is,.

Just another haven for fandom and random stuff. Sunday, October 7, 2007. BITS FROM HANA KIMI MAKING BOOK. Basically no one and non-existent.

Supposed to be for archiving purposes. And stash and then some. Cause i love them and i have lots.