The Places You Found LoveEveryone is biologically programmed to find babies cute. It's an evolutionary imperative, because the rational thing to do when you've got a screaming, shitting dependant taking up your food, is to kill it, and we need something to stop us doing that. It's also why people are generally attracted to big eyes and smooth skin - because they're characteristics of children.And I'm not saying this to detract from the beauty of parenthood, or to make you sad, I'm saying it to point out that this fact doesn't make a baby's laugh any less wonderful. And I don't think the source of anything can make it less so.This is why I can point out that any form of love isn't God or fate or destiny, it's that if two people have a strong emotional attachment, their children are more likely to survive.Atomic bombs are beautiful.So I will say that the me I am now, will and always has been feeling what I feel, but that sentence doesn't even make sense until we consider that time is just another spacial dim
The Reasons We DieWhat I meant to say was that sometimes I just stare at the cigarette in my hands and beg for it to stop messing around and just kill me already.But I figured you don't want to hear that.
The Shifting Nature of RealityYou asked me, "In these dreams, what does it look like?" I told you it looks different every time. Sometimes it's like a million feathers falling, sometimes it's like snow, sometimes it's like little stones, sometimes like ash, sometimes like a fine sand blowing across the hills. It's always silent. It falls around me but it never touches me. It never sticks. I told you sometimes I see dim figures walking in the distance through all the falling white. I told you I wish one would turn around and come to me. I wish one had your face. I wish the pink of your cheeks and blue of your eyes would appear to me unveiled from out of the drift. But the sad small figures don't turn around. They walk on, shoulders low, and disappear. I just watch them. You said, "I'm here now," and touched my hand. "I'm here now."
The Overuse of MetaphoresYou smile like it's an accident that comes without an apology.
The Time Gone ByTick tock. All day. Every day is tick tocking by. There is no clock in your office that ticks or tocks, but you can hear the tick tock in your head. Tick. That's another second of your life gone, you think. Tock. That's one more second waiting for the man to tell you what to do. Tick. I'm a thinker, you think. Tock. Time to be a doer. Tick. You walk into your boss' office. Tock. I quit.The clock stops.
The NuancePlay it one more time please, I need to hear it again. I need to make sure that its the only sound in my head. Play it again for me, I want to hear it once more. I want to make sure the only sound is correct. I don't want to hear that stare again. I don't want to see those words. I'll play the part again, I need to play it again. I need to make sure that every note is right. Give me a second to rehearse that part once more, I haven't been playing it right this entire time. I know it might sound right to you, but it doesn't sound right to me. I can't hear those words anymore. I never want to see that stare again. I have to keep playing. I never want to hear that again.
The Silence Goes On For YearsIn case of emergency, break glass. Throw plates. Cave to the insecurities you've harbored all along. Scream. Curse. Panic. Accuse her of never loving you, even though you know she did and still does. Tell her you never loved her. Tell yourself. Feel the world crumbling around you. Rip the rest of it down. Ignore her pleas. Her tears. Your regrets. Watch yourself leave, unable to stop your own feet. Slam the door. Keep walking. Realize, too late, that you didn't mean it.
The Art of Finding FlawsMaybe that's all it means, to grow up; to watch your heroes become human, right before your eyes.
the Millennia LaterDesolation has its own stark beauty. It's in the limbs of dead trees twisting up, pleading at the grey sky. It's in the air, cold with a faint hint of smoke and the barest breeze that stirs up the dust at your feet. The white-grey ash falls like snowflakes, dusting your hair, your coat, your mask. You catch one of the flakes and it crumbles between your gloved fingers. The ground is packed as hard as concrete under your boots as you turn your back on this cold, still world. You look up; the moon is barely visible. You will carry that memory with you as you go back underground. Mankind no longer has use for the stars.
Un-Christlike Judgement Condemned"Judge not, that ye be not judged. For with what judgment ye judge, ye shall be judged: and with what measure ye mete, it shall be measured to you again." (Matthew 7:1-2).Those words from the verse above: "Judge not"; The most commonly quoted verse that is unfortunately taken out of context by many. When an evil-doer is confronted by a friend or neighbour, instead of showing any desire to change or repent, he/she glibly responds by saying, “judge not.” Many people, in their ignorance, use the words of Jesus to cover up their evil deeds and continue in the way that leads to destruction.These words of our Lord Jesus Christ have also been misunderstood and misapplied by some leaders and teachers in our modern society. They maintain that human nature resents correction and that no one ever changes his behaviour because we want him to change. They teach that correction in any form is useless and
A quiet place"Quietest you've ever been was never in your head."
The Dreams of The First Water Park River CountryNote: This is true, I have had these dreamsSo far I have only had two of them. I have done research on River Country, I am fascinated by it but things in my dreams I can’t explain how I knew.First Dream I was at the opening of River Country (The Disney first water park) but something was different. The water park was brand new and everyone was waiting for the water park to open. I was holding my nephews hand he was about 5 or 6 years old (But my nephew was still in my sisters stomach when I had this dream) he was excited and I was just gazing around the beautiful water park. Finally the park opened and everyone rushed in to the pool, etc. I looked around and saw concession stands made out of wood, members handing out white towels with two blue strips at the end of it. We finally arrived at a green gate with people in front of use. One of the members went up to the gate and unlocked the lock. Everyone rushed in and so did we. We kept walking and past this small size
What Is Emptiness?The following exchange of comment and replies occurred on iLonewolf's Profile page. Minor changes were made. Permission was given by iLonewolf to submit this deviation._____WhatIsEmptiness Feb 15, 2015 | New memberDear friend, here's a thank you (a bit overdue) for welcoming me to your deviantWATCH list. Love <3_____iLonewolf Feb 15, 2015 | WriterYou're very welcome.One day you'll have to explain what Emptiness means to you._____WhatIsEmptiness E
[Prose] Born sickBorn sickAnother night I spent awake, rolling from a side to the other...Another day I spent staring, waiting for my stomach to stop turning...Another year I spent with things, I did not have to cope with...If only...I was born sick, I heard them say it...And every time I see there, I hear them thinking it again.And I admit, it's how things lye in the end.But that's me, that's who I am, there's nothing wrong.It's an endless circle I keep going in,One I do not want to leave, not if people say.For I don't want to lose what I am, and the things I can do.The things people don't see, but I feel in words and hear in faces.The shaking hands you go over blind,The nervous heartbeat through her throat.The voice of a lion you go over deaf,The hatred towards a decision you forced.I see, because I know.I feel the pain inside my head, as I know their fate.Put in a box, closed the lid,Went them where they never wanted to be.You see, I see things in confusing ways,But it's not li
ForgivenessForgive and forget. That adage has been repeated numerous times, used in numerous situations. The explanation is pretty simple: If somebody commits a wrongdoing against your person, you forgive them and forget it ever happened.But there's something wrong with that principle. Of course, I'm all for forgiving others, but we'll get to that later. But if somebody perpetrates an injustice against you, you will not forget what transpired nine times out of 10, especially if the transgression was calamitous. This principle may have functioned well at the time it was concocted, but not so much in the present time, even less so when information is so widely available to us now. Another aspect of life that seems less feasible today is the act of forgiving. Many may perceive forgiveness as a sign of weakness, as an indication that the persecuted doesn't find what the persecutor did was significant enough to acknowledge. Others may believe some persecutors do not deserve forgiveness because
The End That No One NoticedThe Universe blinks and humanity, in all its cruel glory, comes into existence.It blinks again, and we are gone.