Bluer than the blue devils, bluer than this pale blue angel,
bluer than all of my troubles, are we going to leave here strangers?
Oh let me see your beauty when the witnesses are gone,
let me feel you moving like they do in babylon
“It is a curious thing, the death of a loved one. We all know that our time in this world is limited, and that eventually all of us will end up underneath some sheet, never to wake up. And yet it is always a surprise when it happens to someone we know. It is like walking up the stairs to your bedroom in the dark, and thinking there is one more stair than there is. Your foot falls down, through the air, and there is a sickly moment of dark surprise as you try and readjust the way you thought of things.” - Lemony Snicket
who aspires must down as low as high he soar’d
“I guess I could be pretty pissed off about what happened to me… but it’s hard to stay mad, when there’s so much beauty in the world. Sometimes I feel like I’m seeing it all at once, and it’s too much, my heart fills up like a balloon that’s about to burst… And then I remember to relax, and stop trying to hold on to it, and then it flows through me like rain and I can’t feel anything but gratitude for every single moment of my stupid little life…” - quote from American Beauty that’s resonating with me right now
I need words as wide as sky, and I need a language as large as this longing inside. I need a voice bigger than mine.
Hoping to fade and disappear into the white…
Like to be feeling the sand, bring color back to both my arms; the sun. Let it do damage like they said it would if given chance
I wrote down a dream, what more could I do,
I drew myself a picture and the picture was you.
I wrote myself a riddle, I said what I wouldn’t do
to give something good to a love like you.
