guifangirl

I can't see Reese's cups without thinking of you I can't crack a pistachio without the flashbacks Playing Zelda, it's nearly impossible for me not to rename Link The color of your eyes is the sunlight through the leaves every day You are in every blue and purple Jolly Rancher I don't eat And nothing ever happened between us It only leaves me to imagine And suffer And dream

Ren stared at the stone that had fallen at his feet. How could this be here? He had given it to that little girl so many years ago... Kuon was hiking through the woods near a traditional inn in Kyoto. He loved being out in nature by himself. It gave the impression that all the world receded and nothing mattered but the sound of the birds playing in the trees and the water flowing over the creek bed. Suddenly, he heard someone crashing through the brush. As the sound got closer, he thought he could make out sobs. It was too late to flee, and a small girl burst out of the bushes and almost ran into him. That is, before she stopped abruptly and

What is it in your voice That can make me weak That causes my heart to pound? It isn't the words Nor the language English or German French or Korean Is it the cadence The rhythm The tone That gives you such power Over me? One word makes me weak Though I don't let it show Not when you or others can see Your voice is more mesmerizing Than your body Or the way you play A piano or... other instruments Why is it That I long for more When I know That you don't know me That no one truly knows me Or sees me. Would that you were Echo to my Narcissus That your voice would linger forever But I am no narcissist And you have to

Beauty in diversity is the moon on a cloudy night, softly illuminating the clouds that shield the earth from the light.

The scent of my hair calls to mind memories of summer. On the first day of October, this is not what I would usually be thinking about. I will not, however, suppress the memories to focus on work. That will only lead to the memories festering and growing larger than they really are. Instead, I will get the memories into type, out of my head. The first memory is that of the Rotary Family Picnic. Every year my family would go to a Rotarian's large estate for this event. It has an out of use mule barn from when canals were still the primary mode of transporting goods. The lawn is extensive, but it is mostly hidden by a screen of trees. These tr

The rain leads to contemplative thoughts. What is it like, living someone else's life? They seem to have all the adventures, while I lead a relatively sheltered, lonely, boring life. It is enough to drive me crazy just thinking about it. I think so much… many people say I think too much. It's hard for other people to keep up. This just leads to more isolation. I wish there were someone I could go to every day with my thoughts, but all I have is a blank document on my computer, waiting to be filled with my ramblings. Rain also leeches energy. I was so energetic this morning, but now it's more a lack there of. Even Survivor can't get me p

Everyone was panicking. That is the first thing Siobhan noticed when she opened her eyes. The second thing she noticed was the sky, which was an odd color, almost like fire. Wait, it wasn't almost like fire, it was fire, fire and brimstone. That was about the time she noticed the four mysterious cloaked men on horses. They look almost like… ring wraiths! was her first thought. She then amended this mistake. Fire and brimstone isn't really their style… could they be the four horsemen of the apocalypse? What the heck is going on? Well, that was a very good question for her to ask. Although curiosity killed the cat, it was a logical r