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You know, since I am so sporadic about journal updates it is almost always guaranteed to have new subject matter......it's been my plan since the very beginning. .....not really, though.    I'm sure that you have recently noted my increase in activity, and it is my sincerest wish to continue with such. I have solved my internet dilemma, replaced my computer, and acquired for myself some new artist toys! All of which should contribute to beefing up my gallery with current artworks, and such. I hope that you are looking forward to seeing them as much as I am to posting them. I hope to add something new, if not today than tomorrow, but we shall see how that goes.

Things to watch out for will of course be more copic works in conjunction with watercolor. Of course, unfinished works finally meeting their end, and perhaps some fanart here and there. I have an inkling to bring to light something I like to call Sailor Moon: A different tale. It is purely for fun and relaxation. I like it and it is possible that someone else would to, who knows, right? I have an over-creative mind anyway, and I like drawing pretty things.

And then there is the epic-Skyrim....I think I'll leave it at that for now, long boring journals are more tedious to read than short ones.   If you really want to know more about something than of course feel free to ask. I don't bite.

Forget Me Not     Forget me not, lest you be forgotten. The words replay in my mind, a mantra, a delicate cadence that I cling to. It is so breathtakingly beautiful, and yet so bitter. Pour upon me your vengeance, your self-conceit, and your rage. I will gratefully endure it, lather it upon myself, and lap up the remnants so that none are wasted. It means nothing so long as you look upon me and see something more than a stranger.

    Forget me not. Do not let these words become my poison, my death. Do not let me lie alone night after embittered night. I wish only to listen to the beats of your heart, not the silence. I wish only to fee What is Warmth? What is warmth?
Once, it was warm, but not now.
Now I am shut out, lost in the cold.
Now I am left in the chill of your wake.
Once, it was warm.
Once, you held my hand.

What is warmth?
It has all but left me.
Only fragments, faceted memories,
Linger at the edge of my vision.
You are beyond my reach.

What is love, but a shallow reassurance from your lips?
Kindness, but a fleeting thought.
I am lost, shut out in the cold.
I am merely a shadow of the broken past.
It is the last glimpse of a picture forever forgotten.

What is warmth?
I cannot remember.
What is love?
I cannot feel it.
What are you?
You are an angelic demon.