sisterginger1031
Promises promises, what can I say of a vow as strong, and yet as weak, as a promise. Rules were made to be broken, but so too I think, were these urgent agreements. I promise to love you forever. Forever didn't last very long.
I long to go. I long to live, to leave, and to know what it means to be a human being in this vast expanse of a world. But my fear, my responsibility, my rationality, they hold me back and say, "No no, don't dare dream of such things. How will you live? How will you survive in your travels, your fantasies?"
No...
What is there to say about the ground upon which I travel? It sinks slightly beneath the weight of my feet, heavy with my sorrows and light with my hopes. It holds so much and yet is so easily disturbed, it's hard to imagine that it will last forever. Sometimes I wonder.
Rising up from the bottom of the river, she drags a block by the chain around her waist. She's muddy and bleeding from the marks of the piranhas snapping at her flesh.
People are masses. We are matter that takes up space in the universe for seemingly no purpose other than to destroy the planet we inhabit. We area virus, slowly draining the Earth of its very core.
Or maybe we're just people. You tell me.
I enjoy the stillness that comes with rain. I enjoy sitting in my basement while the sound of the little droplets splatters against my windows. I enjoy the light that the dark sky gives to everything indoors. The stillness of rain is not quite still, it's a kind of commotion that seems detached from the real world. I love this kind of stillness.
Whether weather wither. Withering away like the last dying flower in a Valentine's Day bouquet. Whether or not the last petal falls depends on how long the flower sits, decaying into compost. Rain falls down in vain.
We can sustain ourselves to an extent, but sustainability is not something I fully understand. I think, maybe, it means that you can support yourself. You can sustain your life? Maybe not, maybe I should have looked up the definition first. Oh well, you can't win them all. I think maybe I won't include this one in my documented entries.
I don't believe in miracles but I believe in magic. I believe that if something happens that shouldn't be able to happen, then that proves that the Earth still has a little spark of wonder in its atmosphere, like that little spark just before the fire starts. That's all you need is just that little spark. It may not seem like much, but every forest fire started as a tiny flickering flame.
I've just imagined humans as collages. We're nothing more than images and memories pasted together to create one jumbled mess of experiences and moments that we either remember or don't remember. Every moment is a word, every day a picture, and every year a new page in our books. We are the motley crew assembled by our lives.
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