There's a rose in my hand
light and fragile
it shines
There's a light in my eyes
Strong and Bright
And that's how it is.
The wind whistles through my hair
my breast feels lighter than it was,
my eyes look to the distance
And that's how it is.
there is space all about me,
god speaks in the silences.
And i like it that way.
And now my legs are stronger, my eyes are brighter
There is music in my ears
and rose petals fill the air.
You're sitting in your cage. There are other cages to your left and right, with other people like you. Everyone is looking forward. This is because you can't look back. If you look back, something too terrible to be imagined would happen. But not even that, because you CAN'T look back.
Before you is a beautiful world full of food, luxury, and wonder. There are people there, people not like you, well dressed and well fed. You sit on the cold floor of your cell, eating dry, ugly bread and drinking water that is full of chemicals that make you sick. You forget about the chemicals after a while, though if you ever got clean water it'd probably t
Every day was a jewel, unique and without flaw
Without a doubt unrepeatable
Long, sweet ache, light and darkness, joy and sadness... and fracture
She was life, and she gave me the life I needed
It was so sweet to fool myself for a while
But the currents of life pulled us apart as they had brought us together
I was reminded of my duty to be a man
And I left
A little part of me with her
A little part of her with me
Those moments were forever
They never died
And neither will we
Forever apart
Forever one
It was just a fleeting reminder.
What is a dance? It serves no purpose, and yet nothing is more meaningful.
What is a sunset? What is joy? What is life? There is no purpose, only meaning.
One day I'll die, and bacteria will consume my body. Soon I'll be carbon dioxide, seeping through the ground into the air, and nitrogen and minerals. A tree will absorb these things, and fruit, and gift someone with another day's life. And one day the earth will be no more; there will only be light, racing through the universe.
"I thank the lord for what I see,
I hear and touch and know and be,
I thank the lord for summer's bread,
And winter's trial, and evening's bed.
Safe I left his arms at birth,
Safe I run through his green earth,
Safe I look satan in the eye,
Safe I'll grow old, sick and die.
I thank lord for what he gave
My thirst to drown and needs to stave,
I thank him for all, and in return
I'll give all to him back again."
"Last bit doesn't rhyme," I said as she finished her song. She only smiled. She could see I was only teasing. "S'a pretty song. A bit too sugar-sweet, though. Why should you thank someone you've never met?"
"I didn't make th
The sea rises and falls... like your fingers between guitar strings. And so a day begins and ends, nothing new, except to you. Running back and forth between nowhere and nowhere, today, tommorrow, forever, but you can see them where you rest, in peace, in death. Water falls, it does it for no man. The clouds form, and they're nothing. Good thing people aren't nothing. Are they. It's what they say. Or imply, anyway. The sun sinks again, to rise again, and it doesn't care who died. Just like you.