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In the GroveWhile passing through the olive groves, Green branches hung with summer's fruit, Through trodden dirt where nothing grows, Save trees in rows of common suit, I saw the mountains roll away, In waves of never-ending trees, Leaves stirring like the gentle spray, Of mild, windblown, choppy seas, I taste the heat of Spanish air, Baked dry beneath the Spanish sun, Horizons tinged like auburn hair, Windblown, throughout the heavens flung, Like soldiers on a battlefield, Skies red with war, the tension high, Each locked in form, no sword or shield, But only oliv In the Grove
by ~Aachyan

Yuta: Part 16The impact of the salty sea air was as dramatic as a blow to the head. In an instant, the world was filled with the roar of a million deafening sounds. Thunder rolled threateningly overhead as the heavy mist and wind whistled and swirled around him. The driving rain pounded the steel vessel like a million hammers on a tin roof, nearly drowning out the static of many men simultaneously shouting orders, pleas, and swears. The boat leaned precariously under Yuta's titanic weight. Once he broke the water's surface, his weight become more dense, slowing the pull of the net.
Yuta saw his chance. He could spy the top of net, Yuta: Part 16
by ~Aachyan

In Blackened RoomsIn blackened rooms on light-strewn streets, Beneath the starless haze of night, In cities famed to never sleep, Each abuzz, yet all alike, One in the same, each concrete star, Shining upon a blackened orb, Their lights grow dim, then fade to dark, In contrast to my hearts accord, Surrounded by the burn and blaze, The constant roar of city squares, I wait in but a lonely daze, For whom I pine, none can compare, In blackened rooms on light-strewn streets, Kissed by the glow of heaven's stars,
Where angles rest their heads and sleep, Close in my heart, and In Blackened Rooms
by ~Aachyan

Yuta: Part 15Mt. Fuji. Even from many miles away, Yuta could almost feel the presence of the volcanic entity that had been his home for centuries.
He had been swimming non-stop for hours, lost in a trance of concentration, determination, and more than a little anxiety. It felt good to swim. It had been a couple years since Yuta had made a non-business venture out into the wide open waters of the Pacific, but he relished the sensation. Finally, after wasting a good month of summer cooped up in the lair for most of his time, he could stretch his legs and get some real exercise. The water was cool and refreshing in contrast to the characteristic Yuta: Part 15
by ~Aachyan

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Sat Jan 9, 2010, 4:17 AM

Well, the day I've been fearing, dreading, and praying against for months has finally come, and I must say, I'm a little angry with myself right now. I'm partly angry because I let myself get on the plane to come back here after 3 weeks of perfect bliss with my impossibly amazing boyfriend and his family; however, most of this anger stems from the fact that although I'm here, the damage has been irreversibly done and all, I'm not really here. I feel more useless than I can remember feeling in a long time. I don't know what to do with myself. I felt little joy stepping off the plane this time, returning to a country that I know I love, but can't remember how to love. I won't say that I've grown bitter yet, but none of my heart is on this island at the moment. And what makes me angry most is that I can't help feeling so sad. I can't help feeling like my heart has been broken, and the only times I can remember that in earnest, its not, is when I hear from bobby. I know that nothing is going to change between us or anything, and that once this trip is over, we'll be together as much as we want. I may even get an opportunity to see him again before my responsibilities here have ended. I'm just finding it hard at the moment to see the light from the depths of the tunnel. I'm hoping that as time passes, and I begin to remember what the importance of my being here is exactly, the pain will ease, as it did before. Soon, the light will become visible and I can start counting days all over again.

For those who were curious, I did enjoy my time in the states. `I had a wonderful Christmas, I kissed my boyfriend at midnight on New Year's, I ate American food, shopped at American stores with good American size options, watched American TV, and even saw a few new American films. I don't have a single complaint, other than that it ended too soon. But I feel as though I made the most of the time I had, so I honestly have no reason to feel regret.

Bobby, I love you, and I miss you more than I know how to put into words. I can't wait to see you again.

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