...Back...back, way back....such vivid memories, flashing...it begins...many many many lifetimes ago...so far back, records do not exist to tell of the information..the only records are here...it starts with a small, small speck of light..a splinter of light, in this dark place...nothing so cliche, as "i have been used"...or "I was not loved"....no...nothing that simple..it is complex, and mystifying, and heart breaking..."I am the alone"...

Tears of moonlight dripwander down from the sky, shattering into a trillion sharp sharding pieces at the feet of dreams made real..
at the threat of becoming seen and captured, held and in reality(oh foolish decree)are only dust motes(composed mostly of dead skin, don't you know)...
before vision these things pass, but before these things there comes...a clear, single note..
high
octive
clarity

It happens sometimes. I can't find my way, but standing on the hillside overlooking forever is a tiny sliver of the meaning of life. And so I go on.

Koji/Izumi Images Thanks to Zetsuai/Bronze (c)

on the subject of Stefan