Winds

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Winds touch my cheeks
caresses me at these peaks
Cry me a song, my love
I have no freedom as that of a dove
A first tear, a first smile, loudest laughs, cacophony of laughter.
Depression is for dead souls and misery is for the weary.
I smile. I cry. My tears are dry for I laugh out with the pain.


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My Love...

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Oh Keisi...
Was I too irresponsible?
Why did you pass away?
How about Rukia?
What about me?



Keisi, my darling dalmatian
(1999-2009)




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Firsts

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First day.
First wait.
First time to wake up early after a month of self-inflicted hibernation.

The beauty of waiting is that you know every second counts.



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