blink

quietly, tendrils of sleep
withdraw
ebb
leaving fragments

can almost taste, almost
hear but never touch

even reaching
farther than arms
can go
  ...made of clay
  tied down, bound

to the ground

melody becomes whisper, then silence
flit far away
into realm of dreams


I open blurred eyes
and cannot follow.

Who? Me?

Sister. Artisan, photographer, poet. Music lover, part-time art enthusiast. Geek. Second-year student of English Philology (yes, uni is brilliant) and interested in a variety of other subjects as well. Nitpicker. Ever so slightly neurotic. Exceedingly fond of cats.

General consensus seems to be that I'm a Very Nice Person. The thing is, I have my doubts... Well, I'll let you arrive at your own conclusions, should we happen to interact.

I'm not around quite as much as I used to, for I seem to have contracted a rather severe case of Real Life™ after entering university and gaining a number of new friends. Choir and roleplaying campaigns might have an effect as well. Have no fear; I won't disappear entirely. Elftown shan't be rid of me quite so easily.

Visit the pages I'm a fan of; they should be worth a few minutes of your time. Beyond that, I suppose you can either send me a message or go off somewhere else.


_{Ph'nglui mglw'nafh Cthulhu R'lyeh wgah'nagl fhtagn.}


Peace, out.