Some people say that you need to grow thicker skin and that the more you get your heart broken, the more you get used to it. But the heart does not always work that way. Sometimes it's much like a glass jar. You can break and repair it. But every time it breaks, the pieces get smaller and smaller, and it becomes harder and harder to repair. And with each subsequent repair, it gets weaker and easier to break until even the tiniest nudge makes it fall apart. Take care with the hearts of others. They might be strong and thick skinned. But they might also be close to it's final breaking point. And every heart deserves to taken care of.©faytquicksilver
In the Mind
I work, I eat, I sleep. But behind those tired eyes lies a multiverse of expanded possibilities. No script to read or rule to follow. Every tale's ending is another's beginning. I fly through the endless creation of imagination. You see a face hard at work, but just beneath I'm traveling on an epic quest. You see me partake once more of the same tasteless meal, but within, I am enjoying a hero's feast. When I settle down for sleep, you see me close my eyes to signal the end of the day. But the moment my eyes close on this world, I finally wake up in the world that's just for me and I now truly rest.©faytquicksilver
Her pt. 2
An existence that cannot be contained by form, nor quantified by words. The origin of your creation forgotten, but your presence ceased to be optional long ago. My life cannot be whole without yours. You are part of what defines me, drives me, supports me, gives meaning to the multitude of universes we have traveled together. Always a new story, a new meeting, a new face, new obstacles for us to overcome. But always you. Forever you. The one who transcends imagination to join me once again. It is not the destination and it is not the journey. It is not the when or the where. It is you and me. It is us.©faytquicksilver
And so comes an end to a legend. A dot ever shrinking from the familiar ground of a now distant shore. A blue backdrop behind a calm, grey sea. The lives of those they touched and a land changed by the culmination of their heroic deeds. A chapter forever etched into the fabric of history with an indelible ink made of selfless sacrifice. Kings will die, empires will crumble, and even the mountains may sink beneath waters. But your tale will last forever.©faytquicksilver
I walked down the road today. I passed the tree, and the fence, and the mailbox. A ladybug sits atop a rock. I turned and asked, "Are you the one for me?".The ladybug flew away.I walked down the road today. I passed the store, and the diner, and the theatre.A dog lays upon the ground.I turned and asked, "Are you the one for me?".It gets up and runs away.I walked down the road today.I passed the river, and the mountain, and the valley.A cloud hangs, low and heavy.I turned and asked, "Are you the one for me?".With a windy sigh, the cloud was swept away.I walked down the road today.I passed an island, and an ocean, and a continent.A world waits quietly.I turned and asked, "Are you the one for me?".The world smiled and said, "Yes, come wait with me for all those who have yet to make their way."I walked down the road yesterday.I can't wait to meet you when you get here.©faytquicksilver
#love #light #devotion #feelings #emotion #warmth
Her pt. 1
When I see you, the world falls around me.
A single point of focus. A light from the end of eternity.
You are the cataclysm to despair and the rebirth of hope.
Our hands intertwined, mirroring the shared feelings in our heart,
One heart, beating together; a song which guides our spirit through the vastness of our infinite love.
What trials are those that may stand in the way of a force so strong that it conquers time itself?
What king exists, whose army could stand in its way?
Even the awesome scale of cosmic phenomena pales before the unstoppable, immovable foundation of our shared devotion.
They say love is blind. But I would be blind if only to see your light more clearly.
And I would shed this mortal body if only to be closer to yours.
Our existences are as connected as space and time; and infinitely more expansive.
You are my light and when I’m with you, the world’s troubles fall away.
#boredom #bored #melancholy #thoughtful
I wake up tired. Not from sleep but from knowing what I will not do.
I take a shower. A welcome feeling but it does not hold my interest.
I sit and partake in my vice. My beloved technology. But it does not hold my interest.
I have heard and seen and done all. I try to play. But it does not hold my interest.
I want to go outside but this technophilia renders me impotent for my love of nature.
I pace and visit the others of my home. We talk, we laugh, but it does not hold my interest.
I am tired. Tired from the energy spent doing… nothing. What would hold my interest?
I go to sleep. As I slip from this world into the unconscious, I smile. This holds my interest.
#nightmare #surreal #fire #dream
I open my eyes.
The cart is still. A burning presence.
The heat of a thousand fires fueled by tenfold souls.
Screams echo from the tortured damned,
But it matters not to me.
The cart moves slowly down the tracks.
The air is still but the heat presses against me tight.
I proceed through the hell of oppression and pain,
I finally pass through the crack in the mountain walls.
The cart moves faster now, the heat and fire replaced
By a dark and lonely existence where all hope is erased
And replaced by a sinister calm and an oppressive silence.
Thick, syrupy, emptiness binds me as I pass through the vastness of nothing.
The cart is now moving faster than thought.
A million images of all that was and all that will be
Coursing through mind and body for all eternity.
I cower in fear, my eyes shut tight, I cannot take it, and then...
I open my eyes.
#wolves #winter #happiness #night
On the edge, atop the jutted stone, a view of white.
A blanket of silence unbroken against the blackness of night.
Time flows and beauty made visible by reflected sunlight.
A stark contrast. So dark and yet, so bright.
A movement in the distance. A muted cry from the unknown.
At first it is faded and then it is shown.
One voice becomes many, carried by winds blown.
The song of the group, to each their own part did intone.
As they drew nearer, so did their tune.
A short stop was made on a tiny snow dune.
When they crested the hill, they gathered and soon,
Raised up their voices to cry at the Moon.
Their euphony finished, they set out again.
This triumphant chorus had filled me with Zen.
A smile and tear for their payment and then,
It was silent once more in that white veiled glen.