| Kurotsuchi Nemu ( @ 2009-04-19 13:13:00 |
232; dream; open
[Perhaps it is a simple thing to dream about- these simple things. Because even creations dream, so Kurotsuchi Nemu dreams, fitful and silent. There is very little noise, because she does not speak, and neither does she, watching herself, speak either. Daily chores, errands, and activities, all laid out so simply and nostalgically before her.
Preparing food for one (following recipe instructions to the milligram), watching after a cat (clinically providing affection, because that is what an animal also needs, they say), walking through the city (notes in hand, grocery list and always more lists), and sitting, simply that, with fingers click-click-clicking over her keyboard, taking notes, and occasionally taking a moment to sip from a mug beside her.
Perhaps it was a simple thing to watch, but she did so, and those who knew her might notice some sense of longing in her eyes. But it was all so delicate, so fragile, and any mention might shatter it all and show the truth instead]
[Perhaps it is a simple thing to dream about- these simple things. Because even creations dream, so Kurotsuchi Nemu dreams, fitful and silent. There is very little noise, because she does not speak, and neither does she, watching herself, speak either. Daily chores, errands, and activities, all laid out so simply and nostalgically before her.
Preparing food for one (following recipe instructions to the milligram), watching after a cat (clinically providing affection, because that is what an animal also needs, they say), walking through the city (notes in hand, grocery list and always more lists), and sitting, simply that, with fingers click-click-clicking over her keyboard, taking notes, and occasionally taking a moment to sip from a mug beside her.
Perhaps it was a simple thing to watch, but she did so, and those who knew her might notice some sense of longing in her eyes. But it was all so delicate, so fragile, and any mention might shatter it all and show the truth instead]