I need you to understand something. I wrote this for you. I wrote this for you and only you. Everyone else who reads it, doesn’t get it. They may think they get it, but they don’t. This is the sign you’ve been looking for.
You were meant to read these words.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
The Flowers Of 3753 Cruithne
Truly great people were once called weird so that today, you aren't called anything.
I wish I knew what is going through your mind. I wish we could have a natural, regular conversation. I wish I could comfort you. I wish you would tell me we'll be alright. I wish you would tell me if I have said or done something to hurt you so I can know what I am sorry for. I wish if I have you remember never to doubt love. I wish I didn't have to miss you, constantly. Love, Me
Perhaps, the flowers of 3753 Cruithne possess beautiful and strange organs and parts, even hearts, and shimmer ever under a weird alien sky, colored by the light of faint ancient stars, dancing with the sun, dreaming of the embrace of angels.
Perhaps, the flowers of 3753 Cruithne shall, some day, join with the flowers of Earth.
True... Cute once used to be ugly but tolerable...things have changed and so..the meaning of words.Hot once only meant tea...These days we find food sexy and men yummy ;)
“I feel I have loved the most extraordinary man of our age” Anais may have felt it but the difference is I. know. it.
Underneath the blank page below the cadence the notes the bars the sheets of music beneath the pen the piano the keyboard the brush behind the lens
They hear the most amazing composition paintings drawings these photographs of pure beauty
Most will never appreciate Most will never feel but will say they do, because they think the person next to them *gets it* A few will understand Most will brush you aside will jest will never listen because of popular opinion
My dearest, I hope you never win an award because it’s *their* award their folly
They cannot see the hands behind they cannot feel this heart (your heart) the heart of a lion the heart the world needs to see – this heart is the treasure this heart is the miracle
So you write you sing you play you paint you compose, your heart open to the world I am your lioness I will always stand between them and you I will protect you
so that one day, the few, who understood, can be the normal ones again
**Playlist** Protection by Massive Attack. Closing In by Immi Heap. Leave Me Here by Hem. Because those songs will always be for you.
I wish I knew what is going through your mind.
ReplyDeleteI wish we could have a natural, regular conversation.
I wish I could comfort you.
I wish you would tell me we'll be alright.
I wish you would tell me if I have said or done something to hurt you so I can know what I am sorry for.
I wish if I have you remember never to doubt love.
I wish I didn't have to miss you, constantly.
Love,
Me
ps. -call me
ReplyDeletePerhaps, the flowers of 3753 Cruithne possess beautiful and strange organs and parts, even hearts, and shimmer ever under a weird alien sky, colored by the light of faint ancient stars, dancing with the sun, dreaming of the embrace of angels.
ReplyDeletePerhaps, the flowers of 3753 Cruithne shall, some day, join with the flowers of Earth.
oh my, that is AMAZING..
ReplyDeletereminds me of one of Ralph Waldo Emerson's quotes, "To be great is to be misunderstood."
I am so thankful they were proud to handle this pain, because my mind may not be as open if not for them. They are my heroes!
ReplyDeletewhat if we are called wierd today? Does it mean that we will be called great some day?
ReplyDeleteTrue...
ReplyDeleteCute once used to be ugly but tolerable...things have changed and so..the meaning of words.Hot once only meant tea...These days we find food sexy and men yummy ;)
“I feel I have loved the most extraordinary man of our age”
ReplyDeleteAnais may have felt it
but the difference is
I. know. it.
Underneath the blank page
below the cadence the notes the bars
the sheets of music
beneath the pen the piano the keyboard the brush
behind the lens
They hear the most amazing composition
paintings drawings
these photographs of pure beauty
Most will never appreciate
Most will never feel but will say they do,
because they think the person next to them *gets it*
A few will understand
Most will brush you aside will jest will never listen
because of popular opinion
My dearest,
I hope you never win an award
because it’s *their* award
their folly
They cannot see the hands behind
they cannot feel this heart
(your heart)
the heart of a lion
the heart the world needs to see –
this heart is the treasure
this heart is the miracle
So you write you sing you play you paint you compose,
your heart open to the world
I am your lioness
I will always stand
between them and you
I will protect you
so that one day,
the few,
who understood,
can be the normal ones again
**Playlist** Protection by Massive Attack. Closing In by Immi Heap. Leave Me Here by Hem. Because those songs will always be for you.