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Gackt Camui
10 November 2010 @ 09:32 am
This place is done. I've gone elsewhere, where light falls upon the ground before my feet -- where my path is no longer shadowed with darkness.
Gackt Camui
15 October 2010 @ 08:41 pm
I nearly lost myself, and my life, a few short hours ago.

It puts things into a surreal perspective, to go through that again.

I've never been this tired in my life.
Gackt Camui
28 September 2010 @ 09:28 pm
I will not be writing here for an indefinite period of time.

I won't be looking here, either. I thought I would let you all know, should something important occur and you decide to record it in your own journal for anyone to see.

That's all.
Gackt Camui
31 August 2010 @ 05:34 pm
Two schools of thought:

1) Things end so that something else can begin.
2) Nothing really ends, it just becomes something else.

Letting go means something. Does it mean becoming stronger, or weaker, or more accepting of reality? On the reverse side of the coin, could it be driven by spite?

Maybe letting go is only that; opening your hand to let another's slide from yours. What's left could be thought of as an open palm -- an invitation.

Sometimes, a hand is just a hand. A rainstorm is just a rainstorm. Aches are only aches, and they will fade with time.
Gackt Camui
24 August 2010 @ 04:12 pm
It's probably a bad sign when the woman in charge of all my business-related travel laughs and calls me such a funny kidder when I hand her a mock itinerary I want her to fulfill.

Tokyo -> Toronto -> Barcelona -> Japan

9/9 or 9/10 ->9/11 -> 9/12 -> some undetermined point in time

I already had to say to Tsukiko that no, she can not go.
Gackt Camui
29 July 2010 @ 10:58 pm
Have you ever secretly loved someone you shouldn't have? If so, did you confess your feelings? Any regrets either way?
What at all is secret about loving someone?

Or, what is the use, if the feeling is so weak that you don't show it?

The mission of the heart is to speak loudest of all.
Gackt Camui
29 July 2010 @ 10:44 pm
At 7PM I was worn so thin that I felt truly, physically ill. There was no other option, save for putting my body to rest. Here I am, three hours later, mastering a track and reviewing the notes from my most recent piloting lesson.

I'm beginning to think that there may be something to the frequency in which people call me crazy.

There is only one life I have to offer this world.

I'm sorry; this is the only way I know how to live.
Gackt Camui
27 July 2010 @ 06:55 pm
Gackt Camui
25 July 2010 @ 07:36 am

We're all home.

If you haven't heard yet, I fell in Munich.

I'm tired today.
Gackt Camui
24 July 2010 @ 10:44 pm