Ethereal: [i-theeRi-al] _adj_ (definition 3) volatile; unstable; tendency to explode or evaporate spontaneously at normal room temperatures. Etymology: [eti-mol-oji] _noun_ branch of research concerned with the origin, derivation and correct usage of words. ^_^;;
Onikate
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Onikate
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Onikate
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Onikate
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Onikate
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Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 @ 07:00pm
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Posted: Fri Nov 25, 2005 @ 10:40pm
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Onikate
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Onikate
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Posted: Thu Sep 22, 2005 @ 05:05pm
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Posted: Fri Mar 04, 2005 @ 09:22pm
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When we walk upon the wind the clouds will fill our shoes
I am feeling ill sad I feel like writing about being ill. but my mind goes blank when I'm ill.... hmm. what am I doing? am currently watching "The world is not enough" YAY James BOND. biggrin But I cant think of summat to write so I'll post my old blurb about change:
Winter has come. It came this week, bringing with it ice cold winds and pouring rain. But not for me. There is a light in my soul and a spring in my step. For me the sun is shining because I feel alive and free. I am no longer bound by the pressures of a mundane life of shadow and cold.
This morning the clouds parted above my head as I stepped aboard the tube, and as the day grew longer and the wind blew more fiercely from the frozen North, still the sun shone brightly. It warmed my face in its glow and touched my heart.
I felt it there, yet I was afraid, for its bright beams, though warm and gentle, were ever yet beaten back by the harsh wind. I trembled lest those saving rays of hope should fade and die, before the day was out, and all light that had flourished within me would wither and my soul slip back into its shadowy cloak of chill.
Through the day the brave little glimmer of sun battled onwards, mounting the sky, traversing its stately path, refusing to give in. Its rays slashed before it at the driving wind, demanding that it return from whence it came. The chill breeze ever laughed and howled above me, beating down upon the weakened beams of light, lashing my hair against my face, daring me to continue. On and on my sun and the wuthering gale strove against one another, neither willing to admit defeat.
Once, I thought the brilliant ray was gone, as it was suddenly hidden from my sight, taken captive by the rogue clouds of shadow. I froze in fear and hoped fervently for its release, but the clouds were merciless and unforgiving. I had almost given up hope, when suddenly my ray of light burst its way out from the clouds' tight grasp and ploughed on across the misty blue sky, beating at the raging wind all around it. But now I see the finishing post before me, the goal for my ray of shining light. I look to neither left nor right as I fix my eyes upon the end. I must win this. I must retrieve my soul's bright spark for one single day of freedom, before it returns to that place of shadow and mist, as I know it will, as morning's cold clouds cover the drab winter sun.
I know I will reach my goal. I feel I'm almost there. If only I could have one more day like this one, but I suppose that would be too much to ask for. I dream so often of such a day, of freedom from the clinging fog. I thought of praying to God last night, for asking for a beam of light to shine my way. But I didn't believe in superior beings, in a land no human eye nor ear can find. Now I'm not so sure. I wonder if there is a God; I wonder if He answers prayers; I wonder if He listens to my dreams.
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Onikate
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Onikate
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2004 @ 07:44pm
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