Hotaru no Saiden

Rakka taps me on the nose and then croaks like a frog. She must be so famished she can barely speak properly. Mimei doesn’t say much, But she blinks sleepily at me while resting her head on the keyboard. I am alone right now. Just two weeks ago, I was gifted with Rakka. A mewling kitten, terrified of her new surroundings. She ran from me. And hissed. I was sure she’d grow to hate me. Until Ryan picked her up and put her in my lap, saying: “Just pet her…” I had Rakka, alone for a few hours. She was very tiny for a kitten. A little under 8 weeks old, still too young to be from her mother. But I didn’t know where mother was. Someone else gave her to me. Then, later that night… That someone gave us her sister. Ryan decided to keep this one. He called her Mimei. It means early dawn. She’s not nearly as serene as the name implies. I know I’ve not blogged in a long time. I’m going through a great deal of demanding hurdles. Life has turned her 180 in less than a year. I often wish for the good feelings I had last year. When I was rescued and falling into a warm love again. Things are bland now, and no amount of spice seems to cure it. I’ve refrained from burning myself out and expelling too much energy. Apparently, I will need that for the future. All my dreams seem so far off and away. Things are unreachable. I wish the tide would shift in favor. I wish it would rain again.

- Posted by Kitsu, 12:49 PM

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archives	Sunday, June 13, 2004 Rakka taps me on the nose and then croaks like a frog. She must be so famished she can barely speak properly. Mimei doesn’t say much, But she blinks sleepily at me while resting her head on the keyboard. I am alone right now. Just two weeks ago, I was gifted with Rakka. A mewling kitten, terrified of her new surroundings. She ran from me. And hissed. I was sure she’d grow to hate me. Until Ryan picked her up and put her in my lap, saying: “Just pet her…” I had Rakka, alone for a few hours. She was very tiny for a kitten. A little under 8 weeks old, still too young to be from her mother. But I didn’t know where mother was. Someone else gave her to me. Then, later that night… That someone gave us her sister. Ryan decided to keep this one. He called her Mimei. It means early dawn. She’s not nearly as serene as the name implies. I know I’ve not blogged in a long time. I’m going through a great deal of demanding hurdles. Life has turned her 180 in less than a year. I often wish for the good feelings I had last year. When I was rescued and falling into a warm love again. Things are bland now, and no amount of spice seems to cure it. I’ve refrained from burning myself out and expelling too much energy. Apparently, I will need that for the future. All my dreams seem so far off and away. Things are unreachable. I wish the tide would shift in favor. I wish it would rain again. - Posted by Kitsu, 12:49 PM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures