Down the steps, I strut away

R's journal has been moved here.

Much, really, has changed

The lights of the city shone warmly in your eyes—that, I could most vividly recall. I took a pen and jot down:


“I miei scarpe pavoneggiarsi sulle gradino di ceramica con un ritmo dolce poco lento.


Siete bello.”

Change and the Quiet Orchestrator

Your spirit was floating like living smoke, fluid and untouchable, so I wished and breathed to make mine circle about you, always familiar until we finally begin to form a new form.



For now, taking a few steps away to sit and trace our swirls from a distance seems like the best thing to do.

Fair and foul, four and fail

Shut up.

Madrinan, Timog

The colors of their low standard forum signatures flashed as my mouse scrolled through to get someone disappointed.

So sorry for making you wish that I'll be there, friend.