Ok, no drama today. I was obviously feelin a lil' guilty and now I feel better. So if you're here for the drama updates, too bad.
Some stuff......
Song of the day: "Isa Lei" by Ry Cooder and V.M. Bhatt
Lyrics of the day: "A Warning Sign" by Cold Play
Book of the day: "In Praise of Slow" by Carl Honore
Words of the day: garrulousness, idolatry
(I expect you guys to pull out the dictionary and post the definitions for me)
Friend of the day: Why you, of course
Today Nihl held a creative writing class for herself in what was supposed to be her photgraphy class. But whatever. She doesn't care
Workin on her novel for Curses. But she doesn't know what chapter it is. Does life really go in any specific order anyhow?
Only niceness today. Well, I think so anyways. You be the judge. I wrote it for you guys.
Love,
ME hehe
Ummm there is no title. You can suggest some if you wish:
It all begins with a conversation.
"You know, fireflies don't migrate here anymore."
"Haha, You're cute."
"Why?! No, you don't understand, this actually upsets me."
Now I only get to see them in car commercials and the odd movie scene, where they aren't even real anyways. Only computer animated.
No, I'm lucky if I see one this summer. And I'll cling to that knowledge. One came here still, even if all the others thought, "No, we'll skip this spot."
But it will be dancing far off in some miraculously surviving patch of field. Or I'll spot it flashing on the side of the road in the evening as I go speeding by in the passenger seat.
Sad relief: One still felt the pull to come visit here. But it's too far away from me, gone too quick, dancing away. I cannot catch it.
Elusive. It stands as a metaphor for so many other things. I could write a *novel* alone about all those things we can barely, if ever, grasp. The things we will miss.
I won't get to hold you in my hands and watch you blink, mesmerized by your glow, with feelings of elation washing over me at the sight of the natural beauty of this world....The world we choke and destroy.
No, I won't get that private moment with you, firefly. But I'll be glad that you at least came by. One more survivor of this mess we've created.
At least you remind me: Summer. Night. Fresh Air. Silence. Just me with myself and everything else that immediately surrounds me. Void of noise, stress, complications, obligations, and people talking, talking, talking incessantly.
Nope. None of that. It's why I hold such a place in my heart, stored away, for summer nights. I can breathe. The darkness blankets everything, cushioning the bad, hiding it away into mystery and obscurity, until all that is negative does not matter anymore.
I feel as if I'm wading through deep ocean waters, there's a thickness to the air, yet everything is so clear. It is the equivalent of gentle, new fallen snow: soft, slow, beautiful.
Is it possible to use the word "beautiful" too much?
It is pleasantly cool out. A full moon reveals more than Her Lady, the Night, would normally allow, but I doubt she is too upset. In fact, this only works to compliment her. It is as if she has donned a new dress, just for me, and it sparkles with quiet electricity.
...So we can dance.
I have a date, out in the backyard, the forest lays beyond. There's a symphony of moonbeams and fireflies waiting for me. And I can't help but feel "It's all for me....all for me..."
Doused in the glow, as neon sparks fill the air, I spin and leap, dance and reach.
"Oh, let me hold you, my dears. I won't hurt you, I just wish to enjoy your company, you sweet, sweet creatures."
A perfect moment. A perfect time. I took a mental snapshot and it's mine.
But here, I have just opened this cerebral photo album to share my pictures with you.
So don't lie here in my bed and brush off, almost scoff at, my comment with "You're so cute" and a laugh. (subtext of oh, you girl, you silly girl).
No, now you should see why the fireflies mean so much to me. And why they should to you, too.
When the world forces you to move faster than you want to, don't. Just say "No. I won't. I am entitled to enjoy this life, not be rushed on to the end.
And these are the pictures I have, because I took the time to notice what was around me, while everyone else rushed past. I hold them in my mind, to go back to from time to time. They're a comfort for those days when they're needed, since those days are only inevitable.
...because, as I said before you laughed, the fireflies don't migrate here anymore.
Aren't I glad, when given the chance, I didn't pass up the night's invitation to dance?
Open your eyes.
I hope you're invited soon too.
Some stuff......
Song of the day: "Isa Lei" by Ry Cooder and V.M. Bhatt
Lyrics of the day: "A Warning Sign" by Cold Play
Book of the day: "In Praise of Slow" by Carl Honore
Words of the day: garrulousness, idolatry
(I expect you guys to pull out the dictionary and post the definitions for me)
Friend of the day: Why you, of course
Today Nihl held a creative writing class for herself in what was supposed to be her photgraphy class. But whatever. She doesn't care
Workin on her novel for Curses. But she doesn't know what chapter it is. Does life really go in any specific order anyhow?
Only niceness today. Well, I think so anyways. You be the judge. I wrote it for you guys.
Love,
ME hehe
Ummm there is no title. You can suggest some if you wish:
It all begins with a conversation.
"You know, fireflies don't migrate here anymore."
"Haha, You're cute."
"Why?! No, you don't understand, this actually upsets me."
Now I only get to see them in car commercials and the odd movie scene, where they aren't even real anyways. Only computer animated.
No, I'm lucky if I see one this summer. And I'll cling to that knowledge. One came here still, even if all the others thought, "No, we'll skip this spot."
But it will be dancing far off in some miraculously surviving patch of field. Or I'll spot it flashing on the side of the road in the evening as I go speeding by in the passenger seat.
Sad relief: One still felt the pull to come visit here. But it's too far away from me, gone too quick, dancing away. I cannot catch it.
Elusive. It stands as a metaphor for so many other things. I could write a *novel* alone about all those things we can barely, if ever, grasp. The things we will miss.
I won't get to hold you in my hands and watch you blink, mesmerized by your glow, with feelings of elation washing over me at the sight of the natural beauty of this world....The world we choke and destroy.
No, I won't get that private moment with you, firefly. But I'll be glad that you at least came by. One more survivor of this mess we've created.
At least you remind me: Summer. Night. Fresh Air. Silence. Just me with myself and everything else that immediately surrounds me. Void of noise, stress, complications, obligations, and people talking, talking, talking incessantly.
Nope. None of that. It's why I hold such a place in my heart, stored away, for summer nights. I can breathe. The darkness blankets everything, cushioning the bad, hiding it away into mystery and obscurity, until all that is negative does not matter anymore.
I feel as if I'm wading through deep ocean waters, there's a thickness to the air, yet everything is so clear. It is the equivalent of gentle, new fallen snow: soft, slow, beautiful.
Is it possible to use the word "beautiful" too much?
It is pleasantly cool out. A full moon reveals more than Her Lady, the Night, would normally allow, but I doubt she is too upset. In fact, this only works to compliment her. It is as if she has donned a new dress, just for me, and it sparkles with quiet electricity.
...So we can dance.
I have a date, out in the backyard, the forest lays beyond. There's a symphony of moonbeams and fireflies waiting for me. And I can't help but feel "It's all for me....all for me..."
Doused in the glow, as neon sparks fill the air, I spin and leap, dance and reach.
"Oh, let me hold you, my dears. I won't hurt you, I just wish to enjoy your company, you sweet, sweet creatures."
A perfect moment. A perfect time. I took a mental snapshot and it's mine.
But here, I have just opened this cerebral photo album to share my pictures with you.
So don't lie here in my bed and brush off, almost scoff at, my comment with "You're so cute" and a laugh. (subtext of oh, you girl, you silly girl).
No, now you should see why the fireflies mean so much to me. And why they should to you, too.
When the world forces you to move faster than you want to, don't. Just say "No. I won't. I am entitled to enjoy this life, not be rushed on to the end.
And these are the pictures I have, because I took the time to notice what was around me, while everyone else rushed past. I hold them in my mind, to go back to from time to time. They're a comfort for those days when they're needed, since those days are only inevitable.
...because, as I said before you laughed, the fireflies don't migrate here anymore.
Aren't I glad, when given the chance, I didn't pass up the night's invitation to dance?
Open your eyes.
I hope you're invited soon too.
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tattooacidjunky:
survival of the finished
curss:
That's very sweet and sad...it made me think about someone that doesn't migrate around me anymore...