The Vastness of Loving You by FlutterbyKeir, literature
Literature
The Vastness of Loving You
So much of our lives we have spent
trying to comprehend a vastness;
for if there is a god, if there is a Big Picture, a something
above and beneath and around and within us
how can we see all of it? How can I, part child,
all eyes, all hope,
know what I am missing?
As I told you: when I
see the sky, I feel myself as a part of something great
and wide and beautiful, something that I cannot understand.
I long for intimacy, to know you truly and to know
myself, through the world around me.
But as our gazes are caught somewhere between earth and the nearest star,
the human soul is trapped in the middle-distance, a dew-glistening
When gazing up into the night sky, all soft
with velvet-brown clouds, and mica-scattered,
I don't think about how small we are
or about the fragility of human life.
I think about your heart beating, the loudest sound in the dark
and I think
that if there is a bearded god on one of those clouds
between me and the stars
I hope he's looking in the same direction as I am
and envying what he created.
If there were a way to capture
a moment in time
as photographers, scientists, vinters, and
lovers
are heartwrenchingly incapable,
I would capture the time between us
in a picture like life, an experiment like God,
a bottle of bittersweet wine
that would never empty
even if I drank when I missed you,
when I will always miss you;
I would capture the moment
in a kiss that would never end.
Oh, but there is no paper upon which
I could print the sound and feeling
of listening to your voice
through my cheek against your chest;
Nor is there a theory that could
accurately explain
why you, of all people, can understand
what I mean w
Her call is mournful and sweet
on winter mornings,
when we wake up to what we have done
drag ourselves out into the cold air
our hands empty
and our pockets filled with stale bread.
Oh, peace is the dove
who eats crumbs from the hands of mankind
but she eludes us when we reach out to touch her feathers.
There is no trust left
Digging through the earth by FlutterbyKeir, literature
Literature
Digging through the earth
We pushed our fingernails into the rocks that night:
When you said "I'll miss you,"
and I could hear your voice breaking,
I knew that you loved me;
and when you said you loved me
I knew we were digging
the hole we were standing in.
We're still standing there
in our paleontology: surrounded by broken pottery
remnants
and fossils bigger than we are.
Somewhere beneath our feet, though
is the other side of the earth
That's why we keep digging.
I want to be there with you,
if the dirt sinks into my skin,
if I burn away in magma,
if we have to plough through the earth's iron core:
some early morning we will reach down
and our in
The Vastness of Loving You by FlutterbyKeir, literature
Literature
The Vastness of Loving You
So much of our lives we have spent
trying to comprehend a vastness;
for if there is a god, if there is a Big Picture, a something
above and beneath and around and within us
how can we see all of it? How can I, part child,
all eyes, all hope,
know what I am missing?
As I told you: when I
see the sky, I feel myself as a part of something great
and wide and beautiful, something that I cannot understand.
I long for intimacy, to know you truly and to know
myself, through the world around me.
But as our gazes are caught somewhere between earth and the nearest star,
the human soul is trapped in the middle-distance, a dew-glistening
When gazing up into the night sky, all soft
with velvet-brown clouds, and mica-scattered,
I don't think about how small we are
or about the fragility of human life.
I think about your heart beating, the loudest sound in the dark
and I think
that if there is a bearded god on one of those clouds
between me and the stars
I hope he's looking in the same direction as I am
and envying what he created.
If there were a way to capture
a moment in time
as photographers, scientists, vinters, and
lovers
are heartwrenchingly incapable,
I would capture the time between us
in a picture like life, an experiment like God,
a bottle of bittersweet wine
that would never empty
even if I drank when I missed you,
when I will always miss you;
I would capture the moment
in a kiss that would never end.
Oh, but there is no paper upon which
I could print the sound and feeling
of listening to your voice
through my cheek against your chest;
Nor is there a theory that could
accurately explain
why you, of all people, can understand
what I mean w
Her call is mournful and sweet
on winter mornings,
when we wake up to what we have done
drag ourselves out into the cold air
our hands empty
and our pockets filled with stale bread.
Oh, peace is the dove
who eats crumbs from the hands of mankind
but she eludes us when we reach out to touch her feathers.
There is no trust left
Digging through the earth by FlutterbyKeir, literature
Literature
Digging through the earth
We pushed our fingernails into the rocks that night:
When you said "I'll miss you,"
and I could hear your voice breaking,
I knew that you loved me;
and when you said you loved me
I knew we were digging
the hole we were standing in.
We're still standing there
in our paleontology: surrounded by broken pottery
remnants
and fossils bigger than we are.
Somewhere beneath our feet, though
is the other side of the earth
That's why we keep digging.
I want to be there with you,
if the dirt sinks into my skin,
if I burn away in magma,
if we have to plough through the earth's iron core:
some early morning we will reach down
and our in
there is nothing uncolorful about life
except that one habitually discards repeated impressions;
gestures, such as filling a cup, sipping it,
and then refilling it before replacing the container.
kandinsky's Gravitation, amidst a vast gray-black background,
gives the impression of being deep in space.
i worry about being too dependent on my computer.
i go out of my way to spend time on it and to avoid it.
sometimes literature reinvigorates life, at other times deadens it.
i get a certain itching, at least, from certain novels.
when i feel this is happening, i begin narrating events to myself,
quietly, in my head, in order to recor
Yo yo yo and stuff
I figured I should update my journal, because lurking is lame.
I'm heading into finals week in school, which includes my art final- a sort of exhibition of my work from this past year. Most of it is traditional-art stuff that isn't up on DA yet, but I'll also be including a handful of the photos from Paris.
Hopefully when the exhibition is over I'll get back my traditional work so I can post it on here. So.
...Not much else to say. Why isn't there a "Mood" option for 'thirsty?'
~aurora-starwing (https://www.deviantart.com/aurora-starwing)
I don't really know what to say.
Aura was incredible and we'll miss her.
Hope the afterlife is awesome.
I'm on vacation in Holland until Thursday.
Brought the bad weather with me. Oh no!
Hopefully the bad weather will pass and I will have tons of photos by the time I return.
Oh Kallen, I am ronery too. Sorry I poofed out on you earlier on Facebook, mom needed the computer D: BUT I WILL SEE YOU IN SUMMER AND IT WILL BE AWESOME.