Beloved colors fill the window...vive028November 24 2010, 00:59:35 UTC
I loved this.
I just love learning about you, I don't know why. (Lol I don't mean that to be creepy.)
It's just that... reading what you say and how you think and feel about things... it makes me feel not so alone. Like my little soul is wandering the earth in the fog and suddenly aha!... there you are with a lantern for the briefest of moments before the mists engulfs you, and you remind me of what I am and what I had always hoped to be.
It makes me feel deeper, like there is suddenly a weight in my bones-- a substance inside that fills me up and makes me something... instead of just a hollowed ringing. It makes me want to make collages and write poetry again. To fill my eyes with the endless starlight so that I become more than what I am.
*laughs a little sheepishly* I know, strange right? But I don't know how to describe it any other way.
You are just so full of humanity. Goodness and hope that I don't even think you realize. Those words about your mother...so beautiful and selfless to say even after all that has happened to you.
I love how you cling to things of wonder and homemake and happiness. How your memories are so profound and multicoloured and wonderful, like stained glass windows. Even though the pictures they potray may sometimes be sorrowed, it doesn't matter, because in the end there is always a slant of light that persists through and shines up the whole inside in such glorious colored intensity.
Im soooo jealous that you got to meet Terrance! And I don't think what you said was silly at all. I think he understood and that make me love him all the more :)
I feel repulsed by the things I love all the time too, and it confuses and scares me. I think everyone gets like that sometimes-- like suddenly you just want to step out of your life and the kind of person you are and try something else.
My dreams are all I have these days, and thus they are so precious to me.
And guess what? You actually DID contact me first. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. You were a stranger who came out of nowhere and said such kind things to me, who reached out to me when I needed those words the most.
I just love learning about you, I don't know why. (Lol I don't mean that to be creepy.)
It's just that... reading what you say and how you think and feel about things... it makes me feel not so alone. Like my little soul is wandering the earth in the fog and suddenly aha!... there you are with a lantern for the briefest of moments before the mists engulfs you, and you remind me of what I am and what I had always hoped to be.
It makes me feel deeper, like there is suddenly a weight in my bones-- a substance inside that fills me up and makes me something... instead of just a hollowed ringing. It makes me want to make collages and write poetry again. To fill my eyes with the endless starlight so that I become more than what I am.
*laughs a little sheepishly* I know, strange right? But I don't know how to describe it any other way.
You are just so full of humanity. Goodness and hope that I don't even think you realize. Those words about your mother...so beautiful and selfless to say even after all that has happened to you.
I love how you cling to things of wonder and homemake and happiness. How your memories are so profound and multicoloured and wonderful, like stained glass windows. Even though the pictures they potray may sometimes be sorrowed, it doesn't matter, because in the end there is always a slant of light that persists through and shines up the whole inside in such glorious colored intensity.
Im soooo jealous that you got to meet Terrance! And I don't think what you said was silly at all. I think he understood and that make me love him all the more :)
I feel repulsed by the things I love all the time too, and it confuses and scares me. I think everyone gets like that sometimes-- like suddenly you just want to step out of your life and the kind of person you are and try something else.
My dreams are all I have these days, and thus they are so precious to me.
And guess what? You actually DID contact me first. I'll never forget it for the rest of my life. You were a stranger who came out of nowhere and said such kind things to me, who reached out to me when I needed those words the most.
I will always remember that.
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