Dear Journal,
The days are almost done and I am anxious to great the new year and the full moon; but mostly I am anxiously awaiting her arrival. She calls to me as the moon does. My body has been broken and has bled for days in hopes of the return journey. It's almost over and victory is tasting sweeter than ever before.
Dear Journal,
Just one more day to go, then it's all over. I can lay down my sword and remove my armour. Oh how I long to rest. Wrapping her in my arms would be the best way to bring in this cold new year. Her dark hair in my face, and those peircing emerald eyes staring into my grey. Shining inside my soul. Hasten these days, I pray. Hasten these days.
I'm desperate for a full moon. It's more hunger, than desperation, I think, oh well
Dear Journal,
I'm sitting here watching the clock and dear God! I miss her. The dark hair and peircing emerald eyes. I'd chase the moon just to touch her again.
Dear Journal.
Never before in my life have I been to a place like this. With the new year quickly pressing foward I only pray that the "slight" lunar eclipse doesn't last too long or I'm going to be in a world of hurt. As long as she's okay. I must go now.
COMMENTS
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luna46
07:27 Apr 03 2010
I hope you find her.