Stars-in-my-Pocket

 It was hard to tell how long he had been here now. Did time pass as smoothly here as it did in the Soul Society...? Back in West Rukongai... or even in the world of the living. Is that.. where he was now? For sure..? Even now he kept perched on the delicate roof of this delicate house. Not even One Stone over fifty pounds, he still wondered if putting all of his weight on the structure would cause it to shatter. Not crumble. Shatter. It was a thought of many that which now flowed through his head day and night. Toshiro looked to the sky, half-glaring as it seemed to change shades; neverendingly. The sky would go from blue and slowly seep b

I know now that my life isn't a journey. My life is a story. A journey would mean a few twists and turns, ups and downs, and finally; a destination. However my journals never had an end. They were left unfinished and scattered through different places in time. A standstill of times that were vague and stone. A delicate untouchable porcelain. A different journey in each one, all the time. Day by day a new road. But my life has no 'destination', as every day I find myself driving somewhere new, going down familiar or different side and back roads. Maybe some days I even back track through roads once past. But never have I stopped to settle. My