Hotaru no Saiden

A sudden creeping vision from my past edges along the back of my mind. How cold that winter had been. How miserable, covered in fog and wet. Chilling to the bone. A frozen wind eager to numb the skin off all who dared to embrace the world. I was in the kitchen. A spacious, yet dirty and morbid place. I felt my body slowly melt, as the warm indoor air covered me. Out the window I watched the trees ache and bow. Droplets of rain making tears on the glass. I had come in secretly awaiting someone from his return from school. I remember often cooking frozen ravioli. Easy and filling, though I didn't eat much in those times. That day was no exception as I poured the boiling water and its contents into the strainer. The steam rose and blurred the window, removing my view of the outside world. I felt so much sorrow. I will always remember the scent of fake raspberries. The godforsaken scent wafting through the tiny reaches of the dorm housing. A scent that to this day induces the same feeling of sorrow, and waves of pure memories. I remember being curled beneath the bed in a tearful wreck as I felt the force of an earthquake unfold before me. Glasses clinking and the world shaken awake. I remember bottles, and horrific smelling laundry. Glasses, blonde hair, blue eyes. The pounding on the walls. The ice, the snow. Almost every detail still rich and fresh in my mind as it had happened the day before. I feel so sorry the good memories could not stay as permanent as these. Strangely, as the memories come back... I feel a connection between then and today. With time closing in, I am afraid now.

- Posted by Kitsu, 12:31 AM

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archives	Sunday, November 09, 2008 A sudden creeping vision from my past edges along the back of my mind. How cold that winter had been. How miserable, covered in fog and wet. Chilling to the bone. A frozen wind eager to numb the skin off all who dared to embrace the world. I was in the kitchen. A spacious, yet dirty and morbid place. I felt my body slowly melt, as the warm indoor air covered me. Out the window I watched the trees ache and bow. Droplets of rain making tears on the glass. I had come in secretly awaiting someone from his return from school. I remember often cooking frozen ravioli. Easy and filling, though I didn't eat much in those times. That day was no exception as I poured the boiling water and its contents into the strainer. The steam rose and blurred the window, removing my view of the outside world. I felt so much sorrow. I will always remember the scent of fake raspberries. The godforsaken scent wafting through the tiny reaches of the dorm housing. A scent that to this day induces the same feeling of sorrow, and waves of pure memories. I remember being curled beneath the bed in a tearful wreck as I felt the force of an earthquake unfold before me. Glasses clinking and the world shaken awake. I remember bottles, and horrific smelling laundry. Glasses, blonde hair, blue eyes. The pounding on the walls. The ice, the snow. Almost every detail still rich and fresh in my mind as it had happened the day before. I feel so sorry the good memories could not stay as permanent as these. Strangely, as the memories come back... I feel a connection between then and today. With time closing in, I am afraid now. - Posted by Kitsu, 12:31 AM	ColonPipe Hyper Buddha Gorgissum Haiku Knock on the >>Sky Ebbles Miniatures