I want to go somewhere. I want to be free.
With people just like me.
I’m thinking of a mini forest in the mountains full of magnificent beautiful flora.
There’s a blue stream running there in front of me, flowing.
Up above, there’s two giant white clouds contrasting against the black night sky.
In between the clouds is a palace. That’s my goal.
That’s a place where you are free of problems. You’re listened to and respected. It’s where you make everyone happy, even yourself!
To get there I must earn my wings though. I must recruit people. People who are just like me.
Guys, […]
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Night Sky
I believe that the universe is like an impossible puzzle. When you look up into the glittering night sky, you see the echo of humanity stretched out, imprinted in the stars. It’s endless, and maddening. It’s why when you stare for too long, you feel insignificant while also believing that you live in the most fantastic creation, shaped by beautiful thoughts. Maybe when we die, we shatter. Bits of ourselves go out into the sky to become fragments of stardust among the constellations, finally beautiful.
Since I see so many of you not knowing what could possibly help to get back on track, I’ll just tell you what I think are the pros of living.
*Nature. Nature’s pretty. It’s calming. And that’s why I try to keep forests and such clean and pretty. If it’s pretty for me, it’s pretty for everyone. Until there’s at least one square mile of greenery left, I will enjoy life.
*The sky. I don’t really count this as the same as nature, because it gives me a different kind of joy. Seeing it in the summer, that blue blue sky makes me think of flying like […]
I wait for the night. Tears flood my eyes when the sun sings silently as it bows down to the distant horizon. Darkness erases the crimson sky and casts forth a glitter of brilliant light. The night sky’s iridescent perfection. My body is weightless in their presence. But nothing lasts. Even the stars cannot defy death.
Surrender to the dark.
Nature is simple in its complexity. Pure. Flawless. Even in its destruction, it’s perfect. Most people see fires and tornadoes and floods as something to fear and hate, but I see something to admire. Nature does not mourn loss, nor does it fear renewal. No regrets.
We should […]
Dark hair and pale skin. Morbid thoughts behind an innocent smile. Intellectual venom behind gazing eyes. She is a Goddess. She reigns over my very essence. She beckoned me long ago into her enchantment and I was never able to break free. I witnessed her destroy an entire religion. She is fixed upon the winter’s, cold night sky. She rides among the Phoenix. I desperately await her return. To gaze upon her in astonishment. I will bow to her infinite wisdom and her lucid insight. In the summer night, she is nowhere to be found. She sleeps.