| Uhh yeah random shite. Things I like; things I aspire to. Things that make me go 'ee'. You know. The usual. |
RisingIn my head, there is a sunrise.Rising
It is unlike anything I've ever seen before.
I see birds, fire-tipped clouds, blankets of fields that wrap around the earth like a snug cloak. I see wings start to form in the corner of my eye, and I see something as thin as a breath of air fly out to sea, calling and receiving, forever bouncing back and forth between its two conductors.
It's so blue out here, and the sun comes up like renewed hope, and suddenly, all over again, everything is alight with colour and warmth. As it glows, I glow too.
I do not explode. I radiate what I am, in small pulses that cat
| Uhh yeah random shite. Things I like; things I aspire to. Things that make me go 'ee'. You know. The usual. |
| I've been art-making for a total of four years now. I feel I have a lot to learn. There isn't much else to me, unless you count awareness of self-contradiction and hypocrisy, enjoying my life every step of the way, and maybe sitting on my ass too much. But, like every one of us, I'm still a child, and while the world and Mother Nature are young, I shall grow with them just as they grow. With growth comes an everlasting thirst and curiosity for knowledge, experience, and feeling. I believe the world is filled with so many wonderful things just waiting to be discovered and made something of, and I intend to find out for myself what they are. And maybe, just maybe, the love for existence will be reciprocated in amazing ways. I'm just here to see what will happen. |
Well, well, well.
Distracted
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I recall when our lives were unusual and electric, when we burned with something close to fire.
Let's go to Italy.
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And I rise like a bird,
In the haze and the first rays touch the sky,
And the night winds die...
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I recall when our lives were unusual and electric, when we burned with something close to fire.
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And I rise like a bird,
In the haze and the first rays touch the sky,
And the night winds die...
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I recall when our lives were unusual and electric, when we burned with something close to fire.
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