Tyulussë

Middle of the night, or, quite a bit past. Listening to Unheilig, the sweet voice of the singer and the strong, wonderful lyrics creating a pocket of something else.

Today was a different day. Rinsed out some old stuff in the apartment. And then... I talked to my beloved friend down in Berlin. Twice, even, neither of the timings were very good, unfortunately. I miss her bloody loads of a lot. But, I'll start my German studies next week, so there's one incentive to visit.
After the move to Edinburgh, presumably.
Mother came back from Kirgizistan, seemed fairly happy. Changed by the experience, of course.
Also, enjoyed a calm evening with my friend the elven composer. She inspires me! And to top it off, a telephone call from a long, long lost friend. Or maybe not so lost, but at least we have not been keeping in touch for several years. He started talking to me yesterday on ICQ, and it was a nice reunion of sorts. You know, that's one of the people in Gothenburg I don't mind having contact me. Zaramis. So long ago, when first we met in the SbN chatroom. Interesting.
Yeah. A catching-up kind of day.

Ah, German heavy electronica. EBM. I like.

Paradoxical. Thought about it a while ago - what are they like now? Are one turning darker, and the other a lighter, shade of silvery grey? I hope not. I hope I can choose them all.

Gods. Just when I was winding down, everything comes to make me strung up again. Damn.


I never like being back from other worlds. Because there, it's not me and my life. It's another me, another me's life, and almost always less complicated and messy. Messy, stupid, modern life.
Hayana... come to me in my sleep tonight. I want to go away again. Let's. Now. There's way too much that you can and I can not. With my friends right beside my bed, I should sleep well. I think wolf would be surprised if I actually had them in the bed, though. Ah. Cloudwalker. Dragon.
If, indeed, I have not missed your meaning completely.