She listened to the song, her iTunes was counting, it just counted 3011 plays. Soon it will cease to play and her iTunes will cease to count, but the echo of that song cannot cease. For when you press softly your head to her corpse, you shall hear the echo of this song playing on, in her unbeating heart, and in the dream that she is finally free to stay in, forever.
I stayed...I am here...here is all I can ever be...just here.
I've been travelling in the wrong direction for quite some time now, I'm sorry I lost my way. I got lost searching for true north.
Found myself very drawn to the work of this artist.
I was on the outside peering in, and felt I had seen this space before, yet I had not. If only to be inside peering out... I didn't know the very thought of it, would ache so much.
And at every eventide she comes to bathe in the river lethe for she knows the night is long for those with the memory. Oh how she longs to drown in it.
vitae summa brevis spem nos vetat incohare longam
I always found myself longing to fall whenever I came to someplace high. Out of windows, off buildings, from cliffs...I always wanted to fall, until one day I found myself on top of the world...I was with you. And for the first time in my life I longed instead to stay.
The view from my studio, a window which looks out to the old rose bush, out the garden gate and across the way where I sight the lake, and then I see it!, the train station. I hear the train coming. I cannot get there in time but I know that sound travels farther across water so I throw open the old window and look to the lake, where I whisper the words,
"I am here".
I hear the train leaving and I know my words have boarded and are making their way to a stranger.
#arhibald#MAMAalbury#Ashowofsomanyfaces#Istaredatthemandtheystaredbackatme.
I was on the train, and on my carriage the Greek Woman was telling a story in her language with such passion. For the briefest moment our eyes connected in her heightened state and I do not understand Greek, but in that moment I understood her whole world... this whole universe.
I sent a butterfly with a kiss on it's wings, it is as white as the pure snow that falls from your sky. You will think it a snowflake until it rests on your lips, then flutters back up to the heavens whence it came.
I will know it's journey is made when in these warm nights I pull for my blanket, overcome with a gentle chill from a faraway place.
The quiet aching for you...she would not know how else to live.
It is all she is and all she loves.
Sometimes the most beautiful things were never meant to exist.
You and me. We were just like Blue Roses.
...never meant to exist
And then perhaps I was the fool...
The clown, the saddest person in the world for it is he whom wears the painted smile.
The shy girl picked a yellow flower and put it in her hair. She went to the man with kind eyes and he smiled at her but she looked down for she was afraid her eyes would show her deep longing for him.
The next day she picked two yellow flowers, one was for him and today she was going to give him her eyes, but he was not there.
Every day for weeks, she picked two flowers and still he was not there and so she returned home with two flowers. Then one day there were no yellow flowers left on that old bush, so she didn't go to that place on that day and not ever again...
That was the day the man returned...and in those kind eyes was his longing for her.
You lied to me. You said the hurt would ease with time. But it doesn't.
It's like a great empty pit that I keep trying to fill up, yet just keeps growing deeper.
The train is coming, I’m here, it’s slowing. I want to board the train.
I will go...but not right now.
I have made up my mind and now it has sounded its horn and is away...
Just like my dream of returning to you.
My name means the very thing you have been searching for your whole life.
And I shall remain but an empty house until your search is over.
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