2004-03-01

A new spring

And now the cold takes its leave, and the dead leaves become limp with the spring's dampness. Winter is beautiful, but I can't live in it perpetually.

The oppressive chains are beginning to break and wounds once fresh will now turn to dried scars.

Walk with me under the pale moonlight as the leaves dance on a cobblestone path. The moon is a biscuit lantern that emits a cold and intense light.

Stillness under the night's velvet cloak of darkness, and peace that is trapped in between two gazes.

Despite winter's brutality and length, spring will always come.

aeka at 2:34 p.m.