Wednesday, February 17, 2010
The Forgotten Star
You keep telling me to be glad for what we had while we had it. That the brightest flame burns quickest.
Which means you saw us as a candle. And I saw us as the sun.
Written by Me at 5:25 AM
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Wow. That's really insightful
And you wonder why I never want to talk about it..
the sun will burn out one of these days, you'll see. but the point is, a candle, the sun... both illuminate darkness.
isn't that something worth celebrating?
that's exactly how i feel..
and although not forever, sun lasts a little bit longer anyway.
Well, that just caused some instant tears. One of those days.
I don't think I've ever seen this feeling so succinctly caught up in words. I can relate to this entirely.
Wow, another amazing string of words..
I chose you as one of the bloggers I think deserve the Rock Star Blogger Award - your words just neverendingly inspire and speak to me..
Your award is on my page - http://sketchinginwords.blogspot.com/2010/02/rock-star-bloggermoi.html
And this is the page you've inspired myself and a friend to start - http://theartistandthewriter.blogspot.com/
...nowhere near as amazing as you, but we'll keep trying :)
Thank you for putting into beautiful words exactly how i feel right now.
I hope you don't mind me reposting, with a few changes.
This made me tear up.
oh my goodness,
i love all of these posts, and everyone just keeps getting better and better [:
So utterly perfect.
I am speechless.
He kept saying that too. I hate it when he does :'(
I see more Eta Carinae.
never to be extinguished
the fire of love
for some that lesson
is never learnt
and some it comes to late
and to do it all again
is their fate
I loved that line...
pulled me in and spun me
I thouht of you the other day when I found this wreath
still with all its bows
laying flat upon the road
crushed and broken
what it once was
to what it became
was just in the viewing
it lay right there upon the road
for weeks never moving
flat splat green sparkles
not even the wind could lift it
so it seems
the day I acknowledged it's beauty laying on the ground,
that night the wind blew it
and now it is no where to be found
but I know where it was
and what it showed me clear
beauty and usefulness
is scattered everywhere
waiting to be found
thank you for pulling this from me and from the sea
if only i could find it in me to say this to him. its been three months. and ive even almost been able to forget his voice... this post left me speechless and caught me off guard.
It's too amazing, and rings so true sometimes.
I read this out loud and then I felt the uncontrollable urge to scream it.
Because it echoed in the deepest dark recesses of my being. The space where my heart used to be - before he ripped it out.
Thank you. Even if echoes are simply the reflections of sounds that used to be...it's been quiet without my heartbeat.
try living without the sun. It is not replacable.
Exactly what I needed to say but never said, and what he said without thinking. One lesser than the other, one weaker and more insubstantial, and one dying.
I wish he could have seen - could see, what I saw. What I still see. It hurts.
It seems he prefers us to be this way. That this will make us better beings.
I've come back tonight to sift through your new thoughts. It's been too long and I miss the comfort and encouragement of your words.
But there is a difference now, a defined sadness. If you were here or I were there.. this is where I would just hold you.
I wrote the above to you, and today someone who reads my blog suddenly hugged me and told me she wished I was not sad sometimes.
It was wonderful to know she reads me, but I was not sad today... still the hug was wonderful
I have just discovered your words, but I have sat and read through two years worth of your blog in the past two days. I have been moved by your writing more than I have ever been impacted by the words of a single other. But I suspect, not in the way you move most of your readers. It is not the posts themselves that touch me, not the inspirational and meaningful insights. But instead, by the fact there is someone out there who writes such things in such a way with such intentions. I have been moved by not only your voice, but your very existence.
And I must agree with deb, there is something so different about the posts from recently than in the past. They're beautiful in their honesty, helpful in their shared experience. But they are sadder.
And I want you to know, there is someone out here with stories that hear you. I didn't keep reading for your words (lovely as they are), I kept reading for you.
I just wanted you to know.
If only he feels the same way as I do.
reposted it with little changes. sorry. thank you.
The brightest fires burn out the fastest
is a well known Russian proverb
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