Placid snow drifts from the deep sky-

January 3, 2009 - 1:51am — Fledermaus

- It floats and sinks and falls and settles on my fur where each flake drowns in the warmth and ceases to exist. This boulder is cold, the air is cold and my skin is numb but a heat glows from within my chest and wraps my heart with a kind touch.

And for what? I hold no sentiment; no passion, nor ache. What am I but an observer like the floras, who wait out their lives upon the great stretch of time and only monitor the days that pass by? No mouth with which to speak- no mind with which to empathize- and only the swift wind can break their static poses.

In every way, I am like any other. There is naught that sets me apart and this I gladly embrace. I shall remain neutral, unlike an entity but rather a passing feeling or the mundane scent of Forest earth. Brief and forgettable. And I feel not as a being- I have become detached from the bleak animal which now shivers atop the lonely expanse of granite watching the finches hop upon topbranches. It is as if my mind had split and that which controls my routine actions has stayed to let me trudge through the day, while my unfastened mentality floats above to mull over the insignificant.

But I have lied- I do ache. It is a gripping choke that holds me back from that which I enjoyed. There is no reason, nothing to account for it. Perhaps it only grows upon itself and brews behind the closed doors of my mind. I take much in, but admittedly I reveal nothing at the expense of another’s sake. My troubles are mine to sort; they are not to burden anyone else. They are worthless, besides.

Winter shall drag on as it does, engulfing the life of this place. I shall remain, distant but present, and hope for reassurance in myself. These candles are my envy, they are whipped about by the brutal night winds and yet their flames are constant and still glowing in the deep blue air. My throat burns like their wicks and my heart is the warm melting wax, but I shall grow stronger.

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This is probably the most he's ever said xD I don't know what this means, it started out as a documentation of the day and turned into pretty much a rambling. Poor Fled has a lot on his mind, but talking about it makes him sound crazy :> Best he keeps quiet.

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January 3, 2009 - 2:04am — Anzel

I'm a horrid commenter, heh.

I'm a horrid commenter, heh. Pobre Fled. Pingüino has something to say, but, umm...

I like your words. They are icy blue like my own and make me feel comforted.

...*sweatdrop* <_<; Oh, and Taint..

*tilts head*

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January 3, 2009 - 2:12am — Hubalaboo

Aww... Poor Fled. I don't...

Aww... Poor Fled. I don't... quite get it (as usual), but they're lovely words and sentences nonetheless. ^^;

January 3, 2009 - 2:15am — Fledermaus

Aww, thanks for the nice

Aww, thanks for the nice words. I don't really understand it either Cx
*weak smile* "Thank you."
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January 3, 2009 - 2:17am — Anzel

Dude...umm...great, now I

Dude...umm...great, now I feel dumb. Because I do get it :x Lol. I'm a strange person. My mind is weird. Maybe I'm a looney :B

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January 3, 2009 - 2:27am — toboe

Beautiful writing

January 3, 2009 - 3:00am — Fledermaus

Haha, it's alright. xD My

Haha, it's alright. xD My mind just starts generating words and metaphors that I didn't think made much sense to convey a feeling, so it's actually great that you picked up on it. xD I thought it all sounded like jumbled nonsense.

*-_-* lol :B

Thanks Rowan! And a million apologies about Masque being a jerk just now- he just doesn't know when to quit. xD

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January 3, 2009 - 3:02am — toboe

That's fine C: Rowan wasn't

That's fine C: Rowan wasn't scared of him, she was just afraid she'd messed up again and made them fight. Those two nameless were what had her all skittish XD

January 3, 2009 - 3:16am — Anzel