Hotaru no Saiden

It is very early morning and I can barely recognize myself in the mirror. My eyes are foggy and I look like a tired mess. Turquoise against partially tanned skin. Rakka is by my foot, mewling for comfort and attention. An apartment crammed into cardboard boxes. Anything that cannot fit in these boxes is doomed for a long ride down a flight of stairs. Ryan is resting, and I haven't decided if I should wake him. He looks content in his dreaming. My stomach is beginning to burn from what might just be too much stress. Tomorrow... today I will be moving to my own place. A "soloship". Nervously and eargerly awaiting a friend's presence. Wishing it weren't at the cost of Ryan's presence. Hoping all goes well as foretold. Hoping I will not be alone again...

- Posted by Kitsu, 7:17 AM

A stretched out silhouette of fur hissed at me before I could make the first step. She was pallid and dusty. A smooth stonewashed grey. This is Rakka and Mimei’s mother. And she is lying on the landing between flights of stairs. Staring back I notice how intense her eyes are. Like most cats, they’re green. But… more like the green of August’s birthstone. They’re peridot. Bright olive. Last night instead of napping I recall watching the light drain out of the sky. But I was uneasy. I rolled off the bed into a stretch and opened the door to the porch. Outside it is very warm. Not a summer breeze warm. More like the hot breath of a dog that has been running too much. I peered over the balcony edge and there she was. The cat I had first thought to be mother of the kittens was there on the stones. Barely visible this time of twilight. I crept out of the apartment. With some research and some tailgating I discovered Rakka and Mimei have three more siblings. All very wild. I know it seems silly to be posting about something as ridiculously external and un-influential as this considering all the many things that have been going on. I think it best to keep some of it closed now, so as to not vex it into ruin before it has a chance to be something good. Things are changing drastically again. The world is in transition. I’m just glad there is someone there.

- Posted by Kitsu, 2:48 PM

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archives	Saturday, June 26, 2004 It is very early morning and I can barely recognize myself in the mirror. My eyes are foggy and I look like a tired mess. Turquoise against partially tanned skin. Rakka is by my foot, mewling for comfort and attention. An apartment crammed into cardboard boxes. Anything that cannot fit in these boxes is doomed for a long ride down a flight of stairs. Ryan is resting, and I haven't decided if I should wake him. He looks content in his dreaming. My stomach is beginning to burn from what might just be too much stress. Tomorrow... today I will be moving to my own place. A "soloship". Nervously and eargerly awaiting a friend's presence. Wishing it weren't at the cost of Ryan's presence. Hoping all goes well as foretold. Hoping I will not be alone again... - Posted by Kitsu, 7:17 AM Monday, June 21, 2004 A stretched out silhouette of fur hissed at me before I could make the first step. She was pallid and dusty. A smooth stonewashed grey. This is Rakka and Mimei’s mother. And she is lying on the landing between flights of stairs. Staring back I notice how intense her eyes are. Like most cats, they’re green. But… more like the green of August’s birthstone. They’re peridot. Bright olive. Last night instead of napping I recall watching the light drain out of the sky. But I was uneasy. I rolled off the bed into a stretch and opened the door to the porch. Outside it is very warm. Not a summer breeze warm. More like the hot breath of a dog that has been running too much. I peered over the balcony edge and there she was. The cat I had first thought to be mother of the kittens was there on the stones. Barely visible this time of twilight. I crept out of the apartment. With some research and some tailgating I discovered Rakka and Mimei have three more siblings. All very wild. I know it seems silly to be posting about something as ridiculously external and un-influential as this considering all the many things that have been going on. I think it best to keep some of it closed now, so as to not vex it into ruin before it has a chance to be something good. Things are changing drastically again. The world is in transition. I’m just glad there is someone there. - Posted by Kitsu, 2:48 PM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures