In your deep eyes, I see storm clouds: gathering like pearls on the tips of the waves. You breath is tinged with sadness, and great wisdom, and the death of millions; your sighs tell me of a hundred-thousand yet unborn. Infinite to you, is dawning; never-ending, a sweet cascade. Ribboning through your blood is the secret of what was, and of what lies beneath. Rising to the surface are the globes of perfume slipped by fauna below; the sea-women and their graves of white sand. You are of them, child: child with the endless eyes.

When once you were sunlight upon the sea; you then were life, and the catalyst to millenia; you breathed and the world was still, and your breath frosted the mountains, and the streams, and the great forests. Your sigh was the supernova, the collosal explosion of being, of living, of existence. You shaped the world. You devoured it.

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Update: August 12th, 2005

People. Please. Stop pestering me about updates. T_T Those kind of comments on my personal writing journals and LJs make my head and heart hurt. ;_; -hides in corner-