You become half the people that you fall in love with. And if you love too much, halves of these people is all that is left of you.
Tag: sky
Emptiness
The big fat difference.
You live the moments completely and the time’s gone, all that remains of them is, memories and vague outlines.
The same sky that the sun shines bright in, and the stars shine in, can be pitch black and lonely. Continue reading “The big fat difference.”
Take me home, little bird.
Will you please take me home, little bird?
Tie my wrist to your claw
Guide me through the city lights
Through the little conversations and fights
Through the laughter and tears
Through the fancy cafes and slums
Through smoke filled areas
Drop me down
Into the fields of corn
Let my body revel in the mud
And smells of it
Will you please take me home, little bird?
Pick me up in your claws
Let me feel the sharp pain of gashes they give me
Let my eyes cloud in tears
And my face smile
Let the tears stream down through it
As we pass the icy mist of the sky
Through the clouds that freeze of like my favourite cold blanket?
Will you please take me home, little bird?
Take me through the stars
Leave me there
Like a message from Gaia
Or
Take me through the oceans
And let me breathe the salt and mud in
Leave me to deal with the whales
Just take me home, won’t You little bird?
People and spaces.
People leave, but the spaces remain.
– Teacher
It’s like.
The sky.
If you look at the stars, you’ll find the people you lost.
They’re probably waving down at you.
But if you look at the spaces, you will get nothing
But the spaces are important for the stars to shine bright enough.
There’s too much space between the stars.
I guess we just have to learn to look at the stars, and not the spaces?
Or like, you know, People die, just like stars become stardust to make spaces for other people.
Random rant.
Blanketed.
The blanket of your absence, engulfs my being
It’s so soft and fuzzy
I fall asleep with it every night
It’s a beautiful shade of all our memories
But they’re so simple and soft, that there are days I forget it’s there
Cause when I try to reach it, the softness eludes me
But it’s always there, like the sky is.
Looking up.
Sometimes, you look up at the sky and it fails you.
The sky is a place of respite. The world could be falling apart and You could just look up and know that it Would fall back together.
But, Sometimes the vastness of it devours you. Looking at it, is of no help. It just leaves you even more hopeless than before.
Cause if the only thing that made you feel like it would be okay no matter what doesn’t then You know it’s as bad as it gets.
It’s like with your favourite people. You know it sucks when they can’t make it right for you. When they are the one’s making it wrong for You or rather not being comforting when you really need it.
Maybe, it makes you even sadder cause sometimes you want fly high up there in the sky and want to get lost into it’s beauty and clouds and stars and galaxies.
But you can’t. You’re stuck here and have to make do with just watching the birds fly away to their freedom.
While your caged to the ground. With walls that won’t let You out.
The Stardust Elephant 