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Krysくりすたる り うい きあん.
Welcome to my little writing nook.
I'm not sure what you expect by being here, and frankly, I don't know what I expect of this blog as well.
Perhaps as a space for me to release all my pent-up tension for various reasons?
Or perhaps as a 'posting ground' for all my pieces?
This is a cordial invitation from the creator of the blog herself for you to join her as she explores the different facets of her life, and perhaps the life of others as well as a place to read some pieces from the blogger herself.
Everything posted on this blog is disclaimed and belongs to their original owners.
© Krys 2008-2011. All rights reserved. Distribution of any kind is prohibited without the written consent of Krystal Lee.
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The Process of Breathing
Thursday, April 1, 2010 @ Thursday, April 01, 2010
Deep breaths.
In, out, in out.
It is fine, she tries to convince herself.
But it isn't. It really isn't.
In and out. In and out.
It becomes a mantra she repeats; over and over again as she is denied the clarity that she needs so much.
In and out.
The world spins on its axis. The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. A year is really three hundred and sixty five and one quarter days long.
She tries to hold onto these facts; things that are immovable and as clear as day and night; black and white.
Breathe.
Her eyes fill with hot tears, and one slips, leaving tracks all the way to her chin before they begin the uncertain fall downwards, even as her racing heartbeat echoes in her ears.
It all comes down to this, breathing.
But even that does not help her regain lost composure.
Inhale, exhale.
Her hands tremble as she buries her face in them, as if ashamed to face the world.
And now her world is this, entirely consisting of shallow breathing that permeates the thick cloud of gloom and silence that lingers like an aura of dark energy, its sound resonating in her head like raindrops on a windowpane.
In, out. In out. In and out. Out and in.
And still she breathes.
* This is a piece of fiction. The photograph is credited to InSUNNYty of deviantart.comLabels: Fiction
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about.
Krys くりすたる り うい きあん
Hello. My name is Krystal. Born on November 6th.
Krystal loves being called 'Krys' but only allows this to special people.
She loves polar bears and pretty kittens as well as ice cream and mittens.
Writing makes her insanely happy and gives her a high while reading brings a smile upon her face.
She's tall, standing at 179cm, but she has a slight dislike of heights.
(Lie. She's terribly afraid of them)
Musing and overthinking is her forte, as well as coming out with stuff you won't see anywhere else.
♥ Takeshi Kaneshiro.
She loves soup. Really, really loves soup.
And oh - she wouldn't trade being her for anything in the world. ♥♥♥
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