Aug 6, 2014
[staring at a half empty sheet of paper on the table, her brows furrow as she tilts her head a little sideways, the pencil in her hand slowing to a stop. writing music had never been so hard for her, but it seemed now with every five steps she took, she hit a block for days. she didn't know what it was, but the stop and go was frustrating. either she was at a loss, the sounds of Izanami much more foreign to her than the ones of the Haze, the ones that were slowly filtering themselves out of her memory like freshly picked flowers until she couldn't hear them anymore. she was desperate to try and get them all on paper. hm...perhaps that's what it was. but she still didn't like it, and she still wasn't happy]
