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I noticed... I always write something at the end of everything I do... And it doesn't always relate to the story at all... just a blurb from my soul... A signature of sorts I guess?
If I could keep dreaming and letting those words fall from my fingertips, will I reach happiness? I can only dream...

About me: I think I’m just a blank sheet of blue sky waiting to be written
on with something more substantial than clouds.

Current Inspiration:
Only Human - K

On the opposite coast of sadness
is something called a smile.

On the opposite coast of sadness
is something called a smile
But before we can go there,
is there something we're waiting for?

In order to chase out dreams,
we can't have a reason to run away
We've got to go, to that far away summer's day

If we find it tomorrow, we can't sigh
Because like a boat that opposes the stream
we have to walk straight on

In a place worn down by sadness
something called a miracle, is waiting
Yet we are still searching
for the sunflowers that grows at the end of spring

The warrior who awaits the morning light
before he can clasp it with red nails, his tears glitters and fall

Even if we've grown used to loneliness
only relying on the light of the moon
We have to fly away with featherless wings
just go forward, just a little farther

As the rainclouds break
the wet streets sparkling
Although it brings only darkness
A powerful, powerful light
helps push us to walk on

Stories: All stories are on HOLD except for: Love Potion.
Will post For Love soon... maybe... life is too consuming.
Everything else is roughs (whoa my Buddha, they're all roughs so they are
sucky… hm)… My computer crashed, so please, be understanding. Please?

UPDATE: My computer has crashed and I've lost my baby piece... my greatest
work... and I'm still bleeding over it. So, I've begun work on another story,
For Love. It's about China(Xia Dynasty) and it's a little complex;
imagine war-ish story with subtle romance (some hints of slash... maybe),
betrayal, all that great stuff…

And I need a beta. Like bad. Haha. So... if you’re interested, e-mail me.
Got it? Good. I knew we'd work well together. Can I coerce you with cookies?

"...and I thought that the spork was a mighty tool... oh how the chopsticks proved me wrong."

Even if the sands of time grind away my flesh, my name, my being, my soul will continue to dream of a far away place that no man has ever stepped inside of because his flesh prevents him from doing so... That flesh that weighs him down, that carries the burden that locks the heart away in a iron chest rotting from rust and sin.Will my soul, freed by the slow purging of time, find this pure place and comfortably find peace, or will it keep dreaming, searching in an unknown desert forgotten by even itself?

...My soul can only dream, can only keep that one hope alive...

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