A Long November

I'm tired. A good chunk of it is my own fault for staying up until after midnight on a work night twice in a row. I am such a sucker for good InuYasha fanfic.

I'm also feeling lonely. It's not surprising, I suppose. The Veil has been thin for a few days, and Wolf has popped in and out a few times. His comment about regretting dying stuck hard and won't let go. Ghosts are often called people that can't move on to the next life for a reason. Regret, injustice, fear. Happy spirits seem to have no problem moving on and not coming back until called.

I know Wolf went to Valhalla. I saw the Valkyrie. I know he had a lot of fun.

We both firmly believe in reincarnation. In many traditions, a soul cannot reincarnate if they regret anything from the most recent life, or feel something wasn't done, or just want to wait for another soul. Wolf may be waiting. He may be bored with Valhalla (How I have no idea), or just wants to explore other aspects of death.

Or maybe I'm projecting SO HARD it hurts. Because it does hurt.

I don't know. I need to go to bed early tonight, try to catch up on my sleep.