Once a breeze passes by, it can never come back to the same place..

My new-found Korean obsession surpasses the previous Japanese one. Life is sweet ;)

In a hollow shell, the echoes of a fading dream knock on the doors I am forced to close. Door after door, lock after lock, I shut myself out from the corridors that I had foolishly wandered along, believing myself worthy of a choice. Of freedom and of joy. How wrong I have been shown to be.

Each moment a struggle, I force myself to breathe as I walk onto a path that will leave my self behind. To exist only in form when the soul itself has died, I lay imprisoned in a cage that I choose to deny.

Once came and now gone, I don't remember who it is that I am.

I bid my self farewell..

Struggling from the holds that choked her, each breath was an escape from the evil that slowly destroyed. There was very little left that had not already found itself within the seeping networks that let her clocks stumble some more. Mismatched, the footsteps in her shadows strayed offbeat, a slow tug that had drawn out to three, where one more marked the end..