Had a slight diary change. Got tired of Dukes of Hazzard. Sorta reflects my mind right now.... sorta dark and colorless, except the green. Sorta the dark, ugle forest in my mind that I retreat to. *sighs* Senji's still depressed.... makes me depressed knowing that I sorta put him in that state. *sighs, retreating to her mind paradice* Dank brown, moldy treees hangs above like a ceiling, their branches intertwing, allowing no light to penitrate. The grass is brown, and dry, crunching beneith her feet as she walks to the small clearing. A slight, musty breeze flows through her hair as she steps into the clearing. Sitting upon a large rock waiting for her is a giant, black, silver stripped tiger. He purrs contently as she rushes over to him, wrapping her small arms around his muscular shoulders. He nuzzels her neck as she hugs him, giggling as his whiskers tickle her cheek. He helps her atop the rock as the tree part to reveil the starry night sky. She lays her head against his side, watching the stars as they play a game of peek-a-boo, twinkling in and out of existance. Closing her eyes she slowly falls into a light slumber as the purring of her large friend puts her at ease, his tail curling around her waist.