<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573</id><updated>2011-08-27T08:35:22.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hotaru no Saiden</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;center&gt;This is your calm little center of the world. 

&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This is where the fireflies rest.&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/br&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-3774849198941241008</id><published>2011-06-01T03:54:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T03:54:51.539-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew when I sat in my car tonight,I knew the night I told you my nephew was born.Hell, I probably knew the night I sobbed my heart out and you didn't bat an eyelash or even bother to look at me.I knew that one day your rationality would become you.You made a hundred promises you never kept, or planned to keep I'm sure.When you cried out to me all the things you would do to keep me in your life </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3774849198941241008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3774849198941241008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2011_05_29_archive.html#3774849198941241008' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-3673463397533236407</id><published>2011-03-07T10:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T10:20:41.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't want to go.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3673463397533236407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3673463397533236407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2011_03_06_archive.html#3673463397533236407' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-7223900650285160235</id><published>2010-11-29T23:58:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-30T00:00:54.611-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Sometimes I think you deserve to be lonely.And when you become the other you, I wish I were dead.I'm so tired of expecting you to be you, or at least the good person I once knew you to be.But you're dead now.You don't exist.And now you blame me for ever expecting it to be otherwise.Its all my fault.I should have never come to you in the first place.I should never go to you ever again.Check </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7223900650285160235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7223900650285160235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2010_11_28_archive.html#7223900650285160235' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-8421106576369870759</id><published>2010-11-10T00:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-10T00:51:06.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Nothing has been the same since you died.And it never will be. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/8421106576369870759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/8421106576369870759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2010_11_07_archive.html#8421106576369870759' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-1616491897056372598</id><published>2010-08-23T04:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T04:08:52.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It doesn't hurt me.You wanna feel how it feels?You wanna know, know that it doesn't hurt me?You wanna hear about the deal I'm making?You be running up that hillYou and me be running up that hillAnd if I only could,Make a deal with God,And get him to swap our places,Be running up that road,Be running up that hill,Be running up that building.If I only could, oh...You don't wanna hurt me,But see how</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/1616491897056372598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/1616491897056372598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2010_08_22_archive.html#1616491897056372598' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-1448838048391840602</id><published>2010-05-12T03:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T03:00:44.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Happy fucking birthday to me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/1448838048391840602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/1448838048391840602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2010_05_09_archive.html#1448838048391840602' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-6055115569095775304</id><published>2010-05-09T03:27:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-12T03:01:04.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> My muscles have become cement.So constricted and starved, they cry.The pain shows itself for only a moment before it is swallowed down by waves of numbness, and then I feel nothing.Nothing but unrelenting rocks below soft skin.Years of inability to control my muscles, now only makes me a slave to them.The do as they wish.There are many things out of my control, but those within my power never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/6055115569095775304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/6055115569095775304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2010_05_09_archive.html#6055115569095775304' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-3622895411652512317</id><published>2009-12-09T13:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T13:03:45.238-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Each day as monotonous as the lastAnd the last beforeAnd the last before…..and before…How can I turn back time?How long will I live knowing?Certainly she is as real as me, with real feelings.For you..In knowing I began to hope and pray you would not wander away, lost in confusion.I can pretend it no longer hurts, That I am long since over all that was discovered.Though I feel invaded and shaken.I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3622895411652512317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3622895411652512317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2009_12_06_archive.html#3622895411652512317' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-6375870950661692351</id><published>2009-08-23T05:01:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T05:08:41.854-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its a strange feeling waking up alive,Shocked to know your consciousness remains.The morning was so cold, and the smell and heat from the heater made me just as sick as...The world felt so foreign.The way down from the top bunk seemed forever and I remembered the cold on my feet as I stumbled to the bathroom.The snow fell as silent as we were about what had just happened.I don't even remember the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/6375870950661692351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/6375870950661692351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2009_08_23_archive.html#6375870950661692351' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-9059696371993848923</id><published>2009-03-24T03:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:54:28.419-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When it rained it pouredBack so long ago,There came a sweltering 4th of JulyThe clouds trapping in the dying heat.I couldn’t explain my mood then.I had begun to feel confused and disengaged about any of my feelings even at that moment.Sitting by the warm pool.The water tepid and therapeutic, like bathwater.My feet dipped in and just waiting to leave.We were were visiting strangers, friends of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/9059696371993848923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/9059696371993848923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2009_03_22_archive.html#9059696371993848923' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-5154133806233475836</id><published>2008-11-09T00:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T00:44:20.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/5154133806233475836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/5154133806233475836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2008_11_09_archive.html#5154133806233475836' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-3868539462436554633</id><published>2008-07-16T01:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T01:47:35.324-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Once again I am left being unable to articulate my feelings.     To even stand up for myself.     To say “hey that’s great, you’re going to make your life better- but what about me”.     And I feel somehow used.     Taken for granted myself,   in that I will follow around like a little pup.     What else of a choice do I even have?     I would be unable to move on.     So I have to stay and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3868539462436554633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/3868539462436554633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2008_07_13_archive.html#3868539462436554633' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-7568778728892831518</id><published>2008-05-24T05:28:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T05:28:18.601-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This place has long since been forgotten.If there was any heartbeat of hope in those that ever came to this place,It has come to rest.I had visions of vivid and alluring photos postering these empty hallways.I wanted to breathe a spark of life and interest into my haven...But as time would have her way,I had not the need to come to this place for quite some time.A great deal has changed with my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7568778728892831518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7568778728892831518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2008_05_18_archive.html#7568778728892831518' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-7645783354860269444</id><published>2007-06-05T00:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T05:32:24.725-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Will post more when the headache subsides and I get more rest and time.Meanwhile, here is Inari.The newest member of the tribe.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7645783354860269444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/7645783354860269444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2007_06_03_archive.html#7645783354860269444' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116830972237543302</id><published>2007-01-08T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T21:41:22.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pearls and swine bereft of meLong and weary my road has beenI was lost in the citiesAlone in the hillsNo sorrow or pity for leaving I feelI am not your rolling wheelsI am the highway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116830972237543302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116830972237543302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2007_01_07_archive.html#116830972237543302' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116771836572690597</id><published>2007-01-02T01:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:13:55.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trust I seek and I find in youEvery day for us, something newOpen mind for a different view...and nothing else matters </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116771836572690597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116771836572690597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_12_31_archive.html#116771836572690597' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116675879048477694</id><published>2006-12-21T22:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-21T22:41:14.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dont bother trying to find her,she's not there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116675879048477694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116675879048477694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116675879048477694' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116642031419146651</id><published>2006-12-18T00:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-02T01:15:12.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will ride with fire burning hot towards the night sky In the land of long ago forever in our souls Fly on wings of shining steel are burning so bright In ancient lands of warriors we're riding on again Burning firesburning liveson the long distant roads Through the lost mountains endlessso far away from home Warrior soldiers foreverwe fought long ago We're all lost in the darkness so far away </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116642031419146651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116642031419146651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_12_17_archive.html#116642031419146651' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116193402562456301</id><published>2006-10-27T03:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T03:27:05.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hot potato.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116193402562456301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116193402562456301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_10_22_archive.html#116193402562456301' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-116072931389399590</id><published>2006-10-13T04:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T04:48:33.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  Even now I can’t tell if I was lying when I told her that I didn’t like to sleep.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  Sometimes it’s all I want to do, but I’ve never given in.  &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt; &lt;!--[endif]--&gt;  I said that I have more interesting things to do when I’m awake than while I sleep.  That much is true, but that’s not why I can’t sleep.  &lt;!--[if !</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116072931389399590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/116072931389399590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_10_08_archive.html#116072931389399590' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115881053304291110</id><published>2006-09-20T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:18:49.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s the night I suppose. &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt; It’s the darkness, the cool air.The dying crowds.  The open roads.Lights haloing the ink.The night keeps me active,it keeps me alive.The greatest and most terrifying events in my life happen in this second world. I want to leave this place and walk on. And on. Perhaps forever. Maybe I will settle in a place that can comfort me better.But I’m</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115881053304291110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115881053304291110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_09_17_archive.html#115881053304291110' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115681647331959153</id><published>2006-08-28T21:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:20:04.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two dead stones are nestled deep in me, Dragging my soul through dark waters.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;Through murk. Through damp.Through darkness. As long as I remain hopeless, nothing will ever become. As long as the wrong outweighs the right,And the bad smothers the good. This is my life. In the end I’m tortured still.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115681647331959153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115681647331959153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_08_27_archive.html#115681647331959153' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115639861772959449</id><published>2006-08-24T01:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T07:23:21.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The lack of sleep slaps me with a sickening bliss.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt; I am unable to grasp thoughts. Words.Sentences. I’m a mixed up jumble of apathy and grief. Is this what it is like to be so distant? The energy unraveled and congesting.Thick and dark. Choices, ideas. Chaos.My closest friend. I cannot see through this. Will I too be returned after my purpose has come to pass? Will I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115639861772959449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115639861772959449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_08_20_archive.html#115639861772959449' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115579055951625911</id><published>2006-08-17T00:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T03:59:16.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The evening air is warm. In the distance there is a low bellow of a train.Just a few stars manage to peek out from the hazy veil of clouds floating above.I feel truly awake in this moment. What I would give to be traveling now to some place.Any place.It seems as though the eye of the storm and I have just met again.I know this will not last forever.The night is just dark enough to give me a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115579055951625911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115579055951625911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_08_13_archive.html#115579055951625911' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115466737391024585</id><published>2006-08-04T00:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:56:18.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I’ve stopped desiring food.The urges to eat have come few and far between.It seems to have all but stopped completely.Sleep doesn’t exist.I’m completely empty and bored.Wasting time.I’m a waste of time.Waste of precious time given to me.My legs ache.Spots of bruises all over.Cold and hot.Hot and cold again.This life is better meant for someone else who has so little of it left.I’d give it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115466737391024585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115466737391024585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_07_30_archive.html#115466737391024585' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-115319222570405359</id><published>2006-07-17T23:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-04T00:57:10.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel my body aging every minute.Slowly, parts of me vanish.I’m losing control of my joints.My bones feel brittle.My blood is thin and slow.Sleep is far away.Always in my mind.I kept hope.Things feel so unmoving.Unchanging.I’ll be here forever, spinning ancient circles.I don’t know what I expected to find here.It all becomes lost here.I forget myself.My mind sifts dry.There is little I can do.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115319222570405359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/115319222570405359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_07_16_archive.html#115319222570405359' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-113645314599316912</id><published>2006-01-05T04:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T01:52:54.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I said it once and it’s rather true,But my job is so bad it makes me forget there is anything worth living for.The environment.The repetition.The hours.The customers.The employees.The management.My life away from work dries up far from the reaches of water.I forget who I am, who I used to be and who I care for.It’s sucked many hours of my life.It’s what pays the rent and gives me food and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113645314599316912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113645314599316912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113645314599316912' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-113384782793541024</id><published>2005-12-06T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T00:43:47.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The cold is settling down.The moment I slip into the night,I can see the moon in her descent.She hangs like a heavy gleaming scythe about to fall upon the city.I continue to have the paralyzing dreams with moving stars.My gaze so fixed in fear at the night sky.I watch bright stars glow and circle.Something is coming for me.I have to violently force myself awake.When I do wake I am numb.My heart </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113384782793541024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113384782793541024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_12_04_archive.html#113384782793541024' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-113220567981992654</id><published>2005-11-17T00:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T00:34:39.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>With both hands I smooth back my hair under the falling water.The tips of my fingers split my hair back into what feels like a slippery fishtail.I’m still washing out the ghost of purple dye.The main thing on my mind as the hot water sputters out of the showerhead, are a few sentences left for me.I wish I had been there, I truly did.At 5 AM I’m almost ashamed to admit I was probably having the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113220567981992654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113220567981992654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_11_13_archive.html#113220567981992654' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-113143511921735684</id><published>2005-11-08T02:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T02:32:10.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As my eyes adjust to the dark,I can see a light spread of cold pixilated ash.I sit down,There is something small on my mind.To say I never had a lasting friendship would be very much a lie.My first friend, I remember, was the day I lost a tooth.It was orientation for kindergarten,I ended up in the bathroom with a mouthful of salty blood.The starkness of red on white porcelain had me dazed,until a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113143511921735684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/113143511921735684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_11_06_archive.html#113143511921735684' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-112962234901927679</id><published>2005-10-18T03:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T04:06:39.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is where I didn’t want to be.It was difficult to come to terms being with someonewho didnt see me as completion, fulfillment.. or even a guiding source of warmth.I didn’t want it to be so lax.How selfish and hypocritical to think I would ask or wish, that the other would think of me as an equal rather than think of themselves and me as a sideshow attraction.I just want to be as important to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112962234901927679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112962234901927679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_10_16_archive.html#112962234901927679' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-112892793326881194</id><published>2005-10-10T03:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-10T03:05:41.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems when we talk of these things,I always learn there is room for improvement.This means Im not good enough as I am now.Im not perfect, nor do I intend to strive for perfection.I want to live and learn and deal with my flaws that will never be changed or fixed.I need to find someone less mature and less righteous.He needs to find someone far more reserved, poised, elegant, calm and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112892793326881194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112892793326881194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_10_09_archive.html#112892793326881194' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-112779845537725585</id><published>2005-09-27T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T01:20:55.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sickness of monotony grips like a rot through my brain.It feels as through something dull and heavy scrapes me from the inside out, taking everything that remain.The headaches becoming more and more potent.Persistent.Through my young life I very rarely ever had a headache.Now the feel of them makes me ill.I wish for a moment to be held until it goes away.Such a desire only makes me weaker </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112779845537725585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112779845537725585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_09_25_archive.html#112779845537725585' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-112020237156060128</id><published>2005-07-01T03:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T03:20:03.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The color around my left eye seems to darken.Its sore and I know it’s bruised somehow.Last night…I dreamt about children being tortured.Torn to shreds by some kind of bizarre monsters.I saw them burned alive.I could feel each heartbeat.The panic.The fear.The pain.I was swimming through lava.Freezing cold.Hell was insufferable.I remember in the dark something was calling me.It spoke in words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112020237156060128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/112020237156060128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_06_26_archive.html#112020237156060128' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-111951438914435184</id><published>2005-06-23T04:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T04:13:47.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I was unhappy.Rakka and Mimei curled up at my feet purring happily.I sat and watched them for a while.Like perfect sleeping children.I heard a noise.It sounded old and familiar.When the AC clicked off I heard it again.Clearer.Rain.It was warm outside still.I sat in a warm circle of dry concrete and listened to it fall.Through leaves.On hot tin.Stucco.The circle creeping inward.It falls more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111951438914435184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111951438914435184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_06_19_archive.html#111951438914435184' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-111701030729569037</id><published>2005-05-25T04:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T04:38:27.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This page is too bright.Out from the dark.Shaking a great deal.Tears might as well be blood with how sore my eyes feel.Maybe I’m lonely.Maybe I’m worried.All wasted because there is no one here and I cant do anything.It would be easier on everyone, else as much as it would me if I were left on some island.It may not stop me from worrying,but at least people wouldn’t have to hear me complain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111701030729569037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111701030729569037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_05_22_archive.html#111701030729569037' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-111563234356649499</id><published>2005-05-09T05:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T05:52:23.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’m sure you’re expecting this.I’ve vowed not to get into past semantics and comparing scars.I have the notion that everyone else has had it worse at some point.I can’t explain the rise and fall of what was probably an egotistical, if not maniacal mind.Believing at some point I could take all the pain away by absorbing it from everyone else.Believing if I could hold on a little longer something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111563234356649499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111563234356649499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_05_08_archive.html#111563234356649499' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-111530959997966119</id><published>2005-05-05T12:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T12:13:19.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The heavy pendulum drops.Pulls down my heart and I feel my eyes water.First night I’ve slept through in ages.But I’m still up too soon.It’s that illusion I have that everything would be fine.Maybe if I tried.Running in circles of paranoia.Did I fail again to immediately change?Am I such a disappointment?Am I honestly not worth the effort.. again?I’m confused.With sudden interest in me for </summary><link 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been.For one who has never seen a mayfly before,It is logical to assume it as a giant blood sucking mosquito escapee from some nuclear facility.I cannot drop the image of this.Why this moment has been rewound in my head so many times in the past twenty-four hours I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111272276294867918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/111272276294867918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_04_03_archive.html#111272276294867918' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110988292095909087</id><published>2005-03-03T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T15:48:40.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Strangely sunken and upset.If I had the chance to live it all overI wouldn’t do it for the world.I know if I had to live it all overI may never have met so many people.Yes, I have regrets and that’s part of being human.I still have unanswered questions.I still have lost friends.Tammy. Jessica. Aimee.More recently, Jay.All have moved, none have come back.Its what happens in small towns I guess.But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110988292095909087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110988292095909087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_02_27_archive.html#110988292095909087' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110793151986053900</id><published>2005-02-09T01:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-09T01:45:19.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My face is flushed.An uncomfortable warmth rises in my throat.I feel lonely.Body temperature has been fluctuating.My stomach feels full of rocks and nothingness.I haven’t quite accepted it all.Soon even after all the leisure and happiness…Soon to say goodbye.These are rough times.Some have no doubt it will be okay.But forever I seem so skeptical.Good fortune is hard to come by</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110793151986053900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110793151986053900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_02_06_archive.html#110793151986053900' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110541699300548375</id><published>2005-01-10T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-10T23:16:33.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know.When these headphones are removed…I will be submerged in a time of unshakeable silence,With phantom tones of high decibels still ringing.I will be alone as my thought slowly lowers itself back into real time.This is awkward.I am not idle.But my thoughts continue to move in a chaotic streamline.I’m here now so what do I do.I followed the thing that seems, now, unmoved and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110541699300548375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110541699300548375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2005_01_09_archive.html#110541699300548375' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110145752250829956</id><published>2004-11-26T03:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-26T13:02:15.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wanted you to know.I lost my husband.I lost my lover.I lost my friend.I lost my heart.I lost the only intellectual person that cared.Everyone else just seems to be a band-aid on the wound.You don’t know what its like to lose or feel this way.I think you will know what its like to lose.Maybe you’ll remember me in a way that can be more than just a “hmm” or a passing thought.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110145752250829956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110145752250829956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110145752250829956' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110135749866365466</id><published>2004-11-24T23:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T23:38:18.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Everything aches.Time draws it out like a sharp blade.Crimson line along light flesh.I’m waiting in silence.My ears thundering with blood that is rushing from my racing heart.What’s going on?What’s going on?Everyone in this moment has disappeared and faded.I’m afraid.Tipping on the edge of who to call.Who to seek for wisdom.What do I do?My foot becomes numb.Where have you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110135749866365466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110135749866365466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_11_21_archive.html#110135749866365466' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-110019035914573258</id><published>2004-11-11T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-11T11:27:17.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wake in pain.I’m dying inside.A clot of anguish rises into my throat and does not vanish.It is relentless.They’re all dying.Fading.Everyone.I dream of death.Each night it takes a new form.It claims another person.I am aching.I don’t want to sleep.But she beckons.Please make it go away.I lie in bed,Slowly panting as tears refuse to rush out.Help.Endless.I dream of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110019035914573258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/110019035914573258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#110019035914573258' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109955027274457849</id><published>2004-11-04T01:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-04T01:37:52.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Chances can be taken on love.You take bigger chances then most people do.And fully submerge yourself into someone else’s life.That’s a big chance.A big risk.Like a high bargain stock,It can yield you GREAT happiness.More then I could ever imagine.But you could also,Turn out to be more sad then I will ever be.Break ups suck.Relationships suck.Hit or miss.You are a risk taker.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109955027274457849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109955027274457849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109955027274457849' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109938442159187417</id><published>2004-11-02T03:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T03:36:35.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Maybe it’s your way of coming back.Its cold and I am exhausted.I’m empty too.I feel more sorry for hurting his brain than anything else at all right now.I push and I pull.I don’t know what I’m doing.I’m regretful.You just tore out a piece of my mind.You sat there and you spoke.I feel like my ear is bleeding.You gave up a lot.I haven’t given anything except maybe trouble.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109938442159187417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109938442159187417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109938442159187417' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109881075191596562</id><published>2004-10-26T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T13:14:26.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The sun shifts to a lazy southern drawl.The wind changes.It gets cooler.Then its autumn.Few trees here actually lose their leaves.Maybe they have similar complications.I’m more quiescent than usual.Home…This time of year would be covered in fire from the brilliant foliage.I would see frost and possibly my breath.V-shaped flocks of loud geese would be flying south.Clouds of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109881075191596562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109881075191596562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109881075191596562' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109760027078818611</id><published>2004-10-12T13:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-12T12:57:50.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sucker love is heaven sent.You pucker up, our passion's spent.My hearts a tart, your body's rent.My body's broken, yours is bent.Carve your name into my arm.Instead of stressed, I lie here charmed.Cuz there's nothing else to do,Every me and every you.Sucker love, a box I choose.No other box I choose to use.Another love I would abuse,No circumstances could excuse.In the shape of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109760027078818611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109760027078818611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_10_archive.html#109760027078818611' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109712764481569057</id><published>2004-10-07T01:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T01:40:44.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You’ve made me realize how useless I am.You have made me realize how worthless I am.I don’t care about you anymore.For all you know, I could be dead.For all you know, I will be dead.Assume that I am dead.It will save you a fortune on phone bills.Go meet nice girls on the internet.Go find new friends.Get a nice job.Be happy.My reign of terror is over.Breathe easy.AndGoodbye</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109712764481569057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109712764481569057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109712764481569057' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109703800434867869</id><published>2004-10-06T01:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-06T00:46:44.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've always looked back.Maybe it speaks volumes of who I am.Viewing the past...And…Like so many others,He never looked back.If he did, I never caught it.And digging up sadness I can relate with my past.I remember walking through airport security until I could no longer see his face.I remember…I...I’m trembling.And I...I hope I never dream again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109703800434867869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109703800434867869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_10_03_archive.html#109703800434867869' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109531821379793266</id><published>2004-09-16T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T03:03:42.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Some of the world is sleeping now.Mostly quiet save for the lull of fans to chase off the heat.Here it does not cool naturally when the seasons calls.Recently I’ve tried to make amends with the things that have passed so long ago.My dreams tell me how terribly unsuccessful I have been.They never make sense, and when retold often seem stupid and humorous.They’re encrypted and short.But</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109531821379793266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109531821379793266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109531821379793266' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109272629212676968</id><published>2004-08-17T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-17T03:04:52.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apathy is a wicked thing.It’s like the infection gripping at my throat.The hot, dry prison encasing my brain.The sore, painful lockdown of my eye sockets.I can’t vanish from the lives of people I know.But I can do the next best thing.I can be forgotten.I can be taken for granted.I can be used.I can be ignored.I can be left to rot.So yes, I can be forgotten.Stuffed away or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109272629212676968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109272629212676968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109272629212676968' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109237165121019019</id><published>2004-08-13T00:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T00:34:56.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow I've become tired and forgotten.A cord, a channel of energy.Some life.I need your hands again,but you're dead.Everyone.. is.My heart is slow to beat.Its become pointless to worry about being remembered.Apathy bites hard.Numb lips.Memories of Albany.In the black my closed eyes harbor,I can see the soft pink of the flowers.Cold, dry.My energy circumvents water.No </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109237165121019019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109237165121019019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109237165121019019' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109215288417022280</id><published>2004-08-10T11:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T11:48:04.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wake up from nightmares I can’t remember.In the conscious world it’s black.There is a constant humming of two fans and a screen flapping madly against the wall.There is a streak of streetlight on the ceiling.There is an empty room.And I wake up with a pounding heart.I’m paralyzed.It takes a great deal of effort to roll on my side again and slam my mind back into sleep.Where I keep</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109215288417022280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109215288417022280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109215288417022280' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109100870406322609</id><published>2004-07-28T05:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T05:58:24.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sharp, deep waves of pain.It's so frightening I don’t know what is wrong with my body.It's so painful my dreams aren’t enough to keep me sleeping.The monitor is blazing hot and white.I can barely look up to type.Three days of this.Am I hungry?Thirsty?Medicine has been lacking in relief.Warm.Sick.Tired.I’m shivering. I need more sleep.But will it return? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109100870406322609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109100870406322609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_25_archive.html#109100870406322609' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109057077057345010</id><published>2004-07-23T04:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:28:19.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now a change of pace- She’s tired. The world is left unsettled. Much like her stomach attempting to digest the unhealthy array of food’s she’s consumed lately. Everyday it’s a new headache. A new type of stomach pain. The nausea… and then a near episode of vomiting. Dry heaves that almost go too far. Thoughts seem to bore a vicious sickness-inducing fog into her brain. Never </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109057077057345010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109057077057345010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_18_archive.html#109057077057345010' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-109011644394069631</id><published>2004-07-17T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-23T04:18:50.306-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once you give it all,   You start to feel a tug.   There is that tug. Slowly pulling farther away.   And farther.   Her name was Tanya and she was right.   Pointless to argue and resist.   Pointless now to feel much of anything.   So useles.   No ground.   Nobody.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109011644394069631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/109011644394069631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#109011644394069631' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108999961558418793</id><published>2004-07-16T13:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-16T13:40:15.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How sluggish and rapid the hours have been.   A thin film of heat and ice all over me.   I don’t know whether I am hot or cold. Moving or still.   I feel like an ass. Selfish and ungrateful.   Ill-disposed. Insufferable.   The rest comes out in three different languages all rolled up in my tongue.   What is the matter?   No words right now.   Stretch, curl, sleep-  repeat. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108999961558418793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108999961558418793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108999961558418793' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108977385408818466</id><published>2004-07-13T22:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-13T22:58:04.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s humid with uneven patches of grey and neon blue.As I toss boxes into the trash my stomach turns to think about how much money my mother is spending on this whole ordeal.It’s been exciting, and yet… exhausting.I’m going to miss her when she leaves.These past few weeks have been a great test of my senses.I can feel my nerves slowly overloading.This past Saturday was a refreshing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108977385408818466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108977385408818466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_11_archive.html#108977385408818466' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108938712074466488</id><published>2004-07-09T11:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-09T11:32:00.743-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lying in an empty bathtub, I was talking to no one in particular.Rakka and Mimei had peeked over the edge a few times, but that was several minutes ago.I was talking to Rakka, mostly.I’m not even sure of the things I said.I had figured she was no longer there.I had a warm strip of cloudy fever burning into my forehead.When I finally sat up, there was Rakka, waiting for me.Sitting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108938712074466488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108938712074466488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108938712074466488' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108930414208541427</id><published>2004-07-08T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T12:29:16.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>At this point in time, I’m not sure why I still think about it.But I can remember quite clearly the night Hal died.Hal wasn’t his real name I believe…That is a detail I cannot recall, but perhaps it’s not necessary.However, it doesn’t make the time any less tragic.I never met Hal in person, but we had talked on the phone just once.I liked his laugh, I think he swore a lot too.Hal was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108930414208541427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108930414208541427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_07_04_archive.html#108930414208541427' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108824865852076039</id><published>2004-06-26T07:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-26T07:17:38.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108824865852076039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108824865852076039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108824865852076039' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108784370802827754</id><published>2004-06-21T14:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T14:49:15.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108784370802827754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108784370802827754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_06_20_archive.html#108784370802827754' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108714537398564393</id><published>2004-06-13T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:49:33.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>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</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108714537398564393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108714537398564393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108714537398564393' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108326741211035893</id><published>2004-04-29T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T15:41:02.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is a strange emptiness.Neither sad nor lacking.But…Emptiness all the same.It feels as though I have cleaned out the home my mind had once been.It is like losing home.A clean, new place with nothing familiar.And yet…I can’t remember what happened here.It’s like I can learn nothing more.Like I can no longer travel, because there is nowhere to go anymore.Just tired and bored </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108326741211035893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108326741211035893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108326741211035893' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-108032352424357294</id><published>2004-03-26T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T12:55:30.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the difficult part.When you realize the confidence you had placed within yourself, has vaporized.When you realize the confidence you placed within that one other person has been long gone.I'm tired of going back home.I'm tired of the talking while my back is turned.I'm sick of the vultures waiting to snatch him up at a moments notice.Its disgusting.You have to be an incredibly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108032352424357294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/108032352424357294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_03_21_archive.html#108032352424357294' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107971533262223607</id><published>2004-03-19T11:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T11:58:48.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I couldn't sleep anymore.The train running by.The planes in the air.Computers humming.Landscapers cleaning up the complex.A heavy mist of lonliness.I sit up too fast.The lack of water does worse things for you than it does for the desert.I see things I should not see.Was she jealous?Who was she really?I had heard her name mentioned before.I know Ryan told me.But I can't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107971533262223607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107971533262223607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_03_14_archive.html#107971533262223607' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107852210404267375</id><published>2004-03-05T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-05T16:32:29.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was kneeling on the ground when it began.“Did you hear that?”Ryan perked up too.“Is it thunder?”He wasn’t sure.It could have been a loud truck.But then, a low menacing growl tore out through the sky.I opened the door to the front porch.Graceful, ambient music of falling rain entered my head.Heavily laden clouds,Passing through with bitter remarks of thunder.With an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107852210404267375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107852210404267375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_02_29_archive.html#107852210404267375' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107768510502962455</id><published>2004-02-24T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T00:01:10.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And I saw the moon.A glowing scythe suspended in an inky sea,Drooping low on the horizon.Soon it would make its final descent and be no more.And I am back where I started.Glorious, painful circles.Another year forward.I thought it would be well.Such trickery.I must never assume the best.Never assume it is finally past.Never assume things to be happy and well.I’ve been far too</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107768510502962455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107768510502962455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107768510502962455' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107712466644532698</id><published>2004-02-18T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T12:20:23.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I drift into the line between sleep and life,I can hear the alarm.It starts off low and foggy…And soon becomes clear.It is time to wake up.And I open my eyes.The bedroom has become a cave now that I am alone.I crawl in to sleep.And only sleep.My dreams are stuffed with vivid fears.But, for a moment it seems to wash away.Under the glowing light of morning,Pouring from the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107712466644532698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107712466644532698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_02_15_archive.html#107712466644532698' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107574145170745795</id><published>2004-02-02T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T12:06:27.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How long have I held my breath?And why?Maybe in hopes something would prod my sluggish and dull mind into writing again.I never foresaw or expected such negligence here.I never foresaw the events that would come into this New Year.A year of unpredictable events.I’ve forgotten my distaste for such things.Life sails a bit smoother, if not more mechanically during the long tides of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107574145170745795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107574145170745795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107574145170745795' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107124385068651457</id><published>2003-12-12T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T10:45:17.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I missed the rain last night.It left the morning cold enough to see one's breath.The grass is covered in a web of chilly moisture.December is creeping along well.Christmas will arrive soon.My first Christmas away from home.I am slightly nervous.But, this is my first Christmas with Ryan.I feel more excited than anything else.We hope to get a tree to decorate with lights that I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107124385068651457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107124385068651457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107124385068651457' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-107030113208203166</id><published>2003-12-01T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:58:44.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it’s been a long time,And I do apologize.I’ve been negligent in fear of jinxing these good times.Also, I’ve been kept quite busy.Two weekends ago was my first trip to Flagstaff.A cool mountain draped in pine trees.A unique city.It reminded me of home,And for the first time in a while I had seen sleet.While there I met Tori and James…Though, I had met them before.They had </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107030113208203166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/107030113208203166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030113208203166' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106835554971351080</id><published>2003-11-09T00:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T12:54:49.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I was in the comforts of good company.Something to wash away the loneliness.The time.A cat against my leg reminds me of the warmth I have been missing.Ryan is gone.And I miss him so.I am grateful for the open arms of hospitality Jordan has given me today.The drive home was lengthy,But exciting.The dash rattling loudly while I sink back in the seat.I stare at the moon.She </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106835554971351080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106835554971351080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106835554971351080' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106784084423515670</id><published>2003-11-03T01:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T01:27:38.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A starving flame,Consumes the oxygen voraciously.It becomes the victim of the wind.I am victim of that which is both in and out of my control.I do and yet do not understand all that has happened here.First impressions and fickle friendships.Stories.Experiences.I must say I’ve never kept a friend solely for the purpose of using them for entertainment.Be it trampolines or big screen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106784084423515670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106784084423515670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106784084423515670' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106642605279856385</id><published>2003-10-17T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T17:27:32.590-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I knew my senses weren’t awake still…But I thought I caught the scent of nasturtiums.It’s a pungent, cold peppery smell.Most of my memory is based around scent and touch.I still remember what my old apartment smelled like.What the carpet felt like.What it sounded like.In and out of the freckled shade from trees.There is cold air swirling up from where the shadows lay And then </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106642605279856385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106642605279856385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106642605279856385' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106623094233190495</id><published>2003-10-15T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T11:15:42.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lying here barely awake.I shuffle closer for more warmth.The blanket lying at my feet,And me- not wanting to move and disrupt his sleep.The weeks have gone by fast.My eyes are dried shut.I wonder,Why is time in such a hurry to pass?I enjoy almost every moment,But why can I not remember?Over a year ago I had an “accident”.I hit the back of my head on the hilt of my new sword-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106623094233190495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106623094233190495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106623094233190495' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106555527933579442</id><published>2003-10-07T15:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T15:34:39.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the distance it looks like a patch of glitter on dark denim.But it is only a mere network of stars.Neither of us knew the name.Though we thought we should name it.Temporarily,Of course.But we didn’t.Tucson was a frozen blanket that night…And the best way to indulge in the relieving air was to sit in the hot tub and watch a blazing pink moon.A little over half in its waxing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106555527933579442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106555527933579442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106555527933579442' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106512553006220384</id><published>2003-10-02T16:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T16:12:10.063-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There are a dozen roses in a makeshift vase on the dresser.A single bite of cheesecake remains in the fridge,Much like the memories of the previous night still linger.Unlike the food,This memory won’t be consumed and disappear.I remember…We sat together on a bench in the park,Looking over the pond at starlight.The constellation, Orion, is finally back in the sky…And despite the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106512553006220384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106512553006220384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106512553006220384' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106502215871952988</id><published>2003-10-01T11:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T11:29:18.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It started with a sore throat.At first I thought the lemonade was just too acidic as it clung to the back.When I woke up that morning,It was like a wad of cotton and razor blades jammed in there.For the first time in three years I lost my stomach contents that day.The passing of that cold seems like a blur now.The pain is still amazingly clear in my memory.I still cringe.Thusly,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106502215871952988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106502215871952988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106502215871952988' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106441570981373576</id><published>2003-09-24T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T11:01:49.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even crickets sing in the rain.Since yesterday there has been plenty…I only wish I had experienced it more.It reminds me of home.It reminds me of when things were…I was so sick of the rain.Here it has been sunshine and lightning.Now I realize…I miss it.There are so many things that I miss.So…Many…Sometimes my memory just won’t give up.Fought so hard to be here.Fight so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106441570981373576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106441570981373576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106441570981373576' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106383597689674602</id><published>2003-09-17T17:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:59:36.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That hole should be in my head,Not in the wall.I am afraid.It wasn't right.No one would defend it.It was my fault.It was an accident.The walls were as thin as cardboard.I had no idea.No one would be here to save me from the wrath that would soon ensue.Each second slams at my heart.Soon, my chest will explode into a thousand pieces.I'm blamed for seeking any excuse to run.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106383597689674602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106383597689674602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106383597689674602' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106348499571816569</id><published>2003-09-13T16:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T16:29:55.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The days have been so silent.Even with the downpours between us.Rain hitting everything in its downward path.Some things cannot thrive in constant rain.Even fires are difficult to keep.It feels painful to be the only one aware.The world’s most illusive riddle,And I’m the only one with the answer.But there is no time for riddles.There seems to be so little time.Weeks.Months.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106348499571816569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106348499571816569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106348499571816569' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106305841104106910</id><published>2003-09-08T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T18:00:11.060-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I must be crazy somehow.Often things peak when I have nightmares.Maybe stress.Maybe fear.And this morning…I heard it again.I know I must be paranoid.I fear it might have followed me.The scratching beneath my pillow.Like before.This time I was awake.Ryan was there.It’s become bolder.Fearless.Unwelcome.Maybe it’s in my head this time because the cat didn’t see it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106305841104106910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106305841104106910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106305841104106910' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106279908315061181</id><published>2003-09-05T17:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T17:58:03.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last night we left the city.Thousands of lights for hundreds of miles.As far as eyes could gaze and further.Farewell to Las Vegas.Ryan was lying in my lap.I wasn’t tired.Yet.But I watched the moon become swallowed by intense, greedy clouds.Then kept my eyes still until it was spit out through the other side.I had escaped this place with a twist of inner wisdom.Bitterness fading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106279908315061181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106279908315061181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106279908315061181' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106217063762052613</id><published>2003-08-29T11:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T11:23:57.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Solace over solitude.Each person has their preference.At times a rest from the world feels necessary, But generally, I end up regretting such retreats.Last night I had some time to myself.It was difficult sitting here.Cold.Air conditioner, loud and causing more cold.The cat staring.Too much electricity close to me.I left the apartment to take some time in the element I feel most</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106217063762052613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106217063762052613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106217063762052613' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106199725256641649</id><published>2003-08-27T11:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T11:14:12.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I watched as the dark apartment faded into bright grey.The windows grew lighter.Morning came.On top of extreme warmth in this room,I get images in my mind.I am concerned.There is a need to think ahead to prepare food,Or figure out whom to call.Wondering where my paycheck has disappeared to.Wondering when I will snag a job before I’m run underground.Wondering how I can keep us fed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106199725256641649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106199725256641649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106199725256641649' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106179979438785586</id><published>2003-08-25T04:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T04:23:14.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I must still be asleep somewhere.This weekend was a passing dream.Wonderful.Unbelievable.I just don’t understand where the darkness arises.Deep, slow heavy breaths.It’s the only thing that keeps it down.It holds the pressure in place.It keeps the tears from forming.It keeps me calm.I feel so confused.Somehow I feel attacked.Pinpointed.Targeted.And I just don’t understand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106179979438785586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106179979438785586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106179979438785586' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106156486036821954</id><published>2003-08-22T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:10:16.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Up and down.It describes more than just the sleep these days.I fear the things that are taking place.I fear I may not be able to stay here,Even if I wish to.With school finally completed…They’re going to hunt me blood and soul,For every penny I own.I gave up my home, family and job to start this new life.How I wish to go back to school.But I can’t afford that ever.However...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106156486036821954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106156486036821954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106156486036821954' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106135032086991087</id><published>2003-08-19T23:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T11:11:19.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In this world,There are many things I will never understand.There are things I must accept as being.Otherwise we will clash for a lifetime.I feel now as though the world has raped me of everything meaningful.My strong beliefs.I fought my beliefs to make amends.I felt as though I could share even the things that meant such a great deal to me.I felt it.I gave into it.Now it seems </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106135032086991087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106135032086991087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106135032086991087' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106124203869677786</id><published>2003-08-18T17:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T17:27:18.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am…Exhausted.I wish my body would awaken.It was a long weekend close to the ocean.The breath of the ocean still stuck to my skin and memory.I still dream of last night.When my eyes close.The moon was a gnawed peel of blood orange.A single petal of some vivid, fragrant flower caught in the sky.Prowling low along the horizon.I know I passed out then.When my head nodded out to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106124203869677786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106124203869677786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106124203869677786' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106078772425259747</id><published>2003-08-13T11:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-13T11:20:11.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is early morning.Waking up becomes a group effort.Or rather a persistent one.Again, the dreams are confusing.Inexplicable.However, for the first time since the early nights of being here.I slept well.But I also discovered something.It was relieving to finally have a heart to heart last night.Well, perhaps not as deep…But it surfaced many things.It was easier to fall asleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106078772425259747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106078772425259747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106078772425259747' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106072947516207822</id><published>2003-08-12T19:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T19:07:20.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In a world of dark fever,There is restlessness.I remain unable to reach into the depths of true sleep.From hot to cold.Burning.Freezing.Restless, stirring legs.Tossing.Keeping the world awake.Vainly, I reach for sleep.Quietly, it slips away.Clinging.I cling to everything when I grow restless.Sheets.Pillows.Damp washcloth slipping from my forehead.Arms.Legs.Air.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106072947516207822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106072947516207822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106072947516207822' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106063430757572584</id><published>2003-08-11T16:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T16:40:14.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leaving is suicide.I am draining fast.Weak.Stay.Go.Leaving.Longing.Stay.Go.Stay.Run.I can't go on living this way.Wall to wall.To wall.Losing my sight.Losing my mind.I can't make it here.Wish somebody would tell me I'm fine.Nothing is fixed.HoldMe.I'm runningAnd I'm crying.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106063430757572584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106063430757572584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106063430757572584' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106036299118304405</id><published>2003-08-08T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T13:16:31.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The ones above us are not blessed with light feet.The thumping drives me mad.A relatively young couple.Pleasant to say the least.But not light-footed.Neither crows nor foxes are light sleepers,And both respect the importance of quiet movement.My body is tired.I had been wishing my long weeks of mad dreaming would end once I arrived here.Dreams rarely fade from heavy, troubled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106036299118304405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106036299118304405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106036299118304405' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-106003559646859095</id><published>2003-08-04T18:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-04T18:19:56.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s another hot day.There hasn’t been another drop of rain since.All this time here…And…I’ve never seen illusions in the desert.Even in the peak of thirst.Though…I feel like I am part of one.And it would take much more than a mere patch of dehydration to start playing games on my mind.Mirage.I’m never alone.I’m alone all the time.Tepid thoughts.Sun churning overhead.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106003559646859095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/106003559646859095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106003559646859095' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-105959433158198394</id><published>2003-07-30T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:47:14.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hadn't been feeling well last night.But as I sat on the couch to recover,I heard it.A fine howl caused by wind tore through the house.Wind chimes clattered.Ryan and I both went to the window to look out.I pressed my face against the musty screen,hoping to catch a better look at the downpour.Brilliant flashes of lightning,Illuminating everything.Monsoon season.I sank down </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/105959433158198394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/105959433158198394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105959433158198394' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-105892693177763096</id><published>2003-07-22T22:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-22T22:24:46.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another warm day rolling in humidity.My fingers stuck lazily to the keyboard.My body stuck lazily to this chair.I didn’t want to pack.Not again.The constant change around battles with my fixedness.Strain.Each day longer than before.Fighting too much.Brushing the sweat gingerly from my forehead. I've woken nowClenching my teeth,I had to push past these hours. To find myself</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/105892693177763096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5109573/posts/default/105892693177763096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hotarunosaiden.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105892693177763096' title=''/><author><name>Kitsu</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04482545497239012608</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5109573.post-105874590242115986</id><published>2003-07-20T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T20:05:02.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The feelings rise and swell.I can hardy express.How difficult it has been.Able to draw,But there is no pencil or paper.Able to sing,But voice long lost.Able to feel,Modes of expression lost.Except for here.Somehow in this small reverie, I can express more than ever.I feel so incredibly thankful.Thankful, And perhaps not as lost as before.The bravery of one person has 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