A lot has changed in Anikuwynér. The words have stayed the same, but the syntax has definitely, and finally, been fixed. For the longest time, I knew there was an issue involving indirect objects and others syntax-related things. Finally, I have spent time ardently working to correct the issue and figure out the logic.

Thanks to having met a new friend of mine, I started working on a Conglang.wikia page for my language because he has made one for his language called Dangin Nira. Learning all the linguistic terms is tough, but I'm trying on my own. I have to learn the standards so that I can accurately convey my language to those who want to learn it. ( A standard system is truly idealistic :P ) It's tough to learn, but should I need help, I just ask my friend.

Kunérian is now much better and prettier in my opinion. I'm glad that I've finally fixed the ugly syntax error. Now that it's gone, I'm going to start writing and practicing more things in my language. I wrote a short short story in Kunérian. That helped me a lot.

I recently met a man and his wife at the local coffee shop that I go to for open mic night. He has created his own language, as well as publishing a book about one of the many worlds he has created. The man is very intriguing and his wife is fun to be around--both are fun to be around. Last Tuesday, we three, mostly he and I, talked about language in general as well as our own.

Who knew that there were so many language creators out there?!

I lost my phone tonight and I'm pretty upset. Everything = gone. Gone = bye bye. Oh, and I lost another "friend" tonight. The rune Rui told me to get over it, basically, that they weren't meant for my path to hold. Oh well.

I love my cat, my health, my body, my spirit, all else.

Good night, readers, if any.

Solemnity Sucks

Every day I see my home.
It droops a little more.
I feel the crack inside.
This wide and easy door.

Each time my eyes open.
To see the world in front.
I cowar in its magnum.
Inferrior; a runt.

I'm so afraid, I fear.
That the walls will join.
And in that silent space.
My body will conjoin.

To conform is my destiny.
The hueless harness on me.
And in my tight confinements.
I voice myself a plea.

I fear this fantasy.
It could become true.
I could become that truth.
And I could fall through.

They'd forget my signing.
A document of birth.
And all of my worth,
Forgotten, ugly mirth.

I feel so alone.

Euphoric Illumination

It's the one word that has kept itself from me.
A moment of silence and I believe that I can hear it.
The word has been a ray of hope for a long time.
Maybe now I'll be able to live on knowing I've at least heard it spoken.

It comes in many forms and has many names.
I believe thorughout history many have felt its true entirety.
These days, it's what people only dream of and claim they know.
When in my judgment, I don't beleive a single soul can feel it anymore.

Of all names for it, I know of it as one name.
Many have taken this pantheon and condensed it into one form.
I can't see why, but maybe they thought it was easier.
One word for all, I presume.

For a great time, I've thought kindly on the subject.
Read book to book and thought thought to thought.
I've aimlessly wished on the shooting star; just as anybody else.
I can only hope that I get to hoard what I think it is that I now have.

Unadulturated, I think this miracle has come.
It is a sheer emotion which swirls around inside my heart.
Undiluted, it keeps solidifying and even expanding.
Could it be that what I now possess is what others in time have had?

The paintings and works of poetry have all been seen.
I need not go on a winded notion on how magnificent they are.
But here, they are relevant to how I feel and this very subject.
Here, these masterpieces have consequence because they compare to It.

A fleeting emotion, it has this unyielding cascade of feeling.
Since its birth, I've only felt it beating conjunctively with me.
The wonder that is the human complex always amazes me.
I've felt similarly many times before, but this time, I know different.

The solid giant takes shape and keeps oozing at the top with lava.
Christening magma, pure, whizzes around like a highway of cars.
Deep within my soul, the elements to produce the fleeting emotion lies.
Like blueprints, the magma knows exactly where to fall and where to mold.

Some time elapsed and I now understand what it is that I have.
Thinking has allowed me to procure the knowledge to use it readily.
I have pondered and thought as a great being with sense and virtue.
Benevolently, I've been allowed to sculpt this ever-growing emotion.

As it oozes with lava, it does harden and change quickly.
But with my permit, I can lag time and do my work.
I am able to mold the lava should it form a way that I don't want.
Should the emotion start to go awry, I am there to change it.

The human complex allows the heart to sometime act on its own accord.
It seems fickle, but I believe that it's for a good cause.
Those who try hard in life are granted with skill and fortune.
The ever-fickle heart was meant to be contained and maintained.

The purpose, in my mind, is now known and I feel what I am to do.
Not only am I gifted with the vision, but I can feel the vision.
I almost think that I can feel the euphoria as a liquid; liquid euphoria.
Should this emotion be water, I'd like to bruit that I possess a sea.

I am left with many things to ponder and of the traffic, I hold no anxiety.
Of the traffic, I hold sight of what is most important and I can live freely.
I want to bruit that many have never felt it because I want to feel special.
We all want our one vessel of euphoria to have a special name above all.

I maintain that many have never felt it and that those who have were wrong.
I see people who claim to hold it treat it very disrespectfully and horribly.
The fleeting emotion can slip away at any moment should you neglect it.
This time, it's impossible for me to let it go because I now have the blueprints.

Inside my mind lies the corruption; the very essence of devilry.
I believe I possess an esoteric knowledge when it comes to It.
I believe that many will want what I have and call me a sinner.
But I'll live on knowing that I am special and that what I feel is special.

It's been a while since I was dined by good company.
For a measly fourteen days, I sure felt the sting of the butterfly.
It may have shown one form to me, a form widely known, but that's irrelevant.
The human complex can't think up something that it doesn't know.

To me, that fleeting emotion was just a vibrant butterfly.
After all, it is the symbol of transformation, thus pulling together my theme.
The magma will still christen and the lava will still ooze no matter what.
Now that this butterfly has been born, it can only grow with euphoria.