Moonless nights fall into eternity,
The face of stark,
Blankness….
Is of perfection.
I walk the streets,
At night,
The coldness blowing,
Across the littered ground,
Paved gravel,
With each slow step,
The crunching stones mark,
Tiny scars………lashing through,
The dreamless nights,
Depriving me of sleep,
Where is the screaming coming from,
Where is the pain that reminds me of this face,
That is of perfection.
I have fallen,
Screaming,
The wings have yet to catch me,
Solitary rooms given the shadows playing,
Light…………darkness,
Hidden images of the child,
The prison just beyond brightly colored wallpaper,
Have the little stumped petals open yet,
Gazing with eyes of the face,
That is of perfection.
Alone, whispering voices,
From the perfect people, so wanted, so together,
Against me.
I feel the wrecked torment growing, singing,
The screaming has not stopped,
Letting me fall,
From the side,
I see the face, that is of perfection,
Staring back, blankly stark,
Paleness against the night,
Stunted wings have yet to catch me,
The face of perfection.
+The Writer+
Taka is a young law/arts student, often bumbling through life and trying to be a person rather than being defined by social conventions.
Shy, geeky, emotional, proud, and quite bisexual, doesn't smoke, drink sometimes, passionate about most things, Taka spends time dreaming, dancing, drawing and watching movies, often anime.
Is in love with the idea of love, gives hugs at the most random times, and is constantly worrying about people eventhough it does not look like it.
Aspires to either become a beautiful hermit by the river or a world dictator.
+The Blog+
Niflheim represents both light and darkness, of the celebration and distaste of life, of musings and incoherent thought. It is an outlet for personified angst and pessimism with chuckfuls of laughter and smiles.
It is Taka's way of drawing out all the little disturbing thoughts giving rise to nightmares, a way to self reflect, a way to seek solace.
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