Red like blood White like bone Red like solitude White like silence Red like the beastly instinct White like a god's heart Red like thawing hatred White like a frozen, pained cry Red like the night's hungry shadows Like a sigh piercing the moon it shines white and shatters red

i am a trickster who doesn't know solitude

Sanity? Sorry, but I don't remember having such a useless thing in the first place.

My innocence is a dying flower

There we go again, old men and their stupid arguments. What a pain. ~Toshiro Hitsugaya

If I were the rain. . . that binds together the Earth and the sky, whom in all eternity will never mingle. . . Would I be able to bind two hearts together?

I swear. Everyone here gets so worked up over the most minute details. ~Mayuri Kurotsuchi