A momentary slice of sun cleaves the shadows of a misty dawn -- Spotlit, splendid stands a single home upon a gilded hill. I envy her, although I cannot reason why, And think she envies me the very spot from which I spy.
'In this phial,' she said, 'is caught the light of Eärendil's star...It will shine still brighter when night is about you. May it be a light to you in dark places, when all other lights go out. Galadriel, from The Lord of the Rings
Grief and grief and grief are strikes between which breath is impossible – leaving first, a reeling mind half-alive and second, dark, strange bruises. The colours of these marks clear, but move just so, and the pain underneath reminds the body where it yet lives – Wherefore, we plead peace with passing
favorite pen: Pilot Juice up 04 in black (0.4 mm)
Stay thee, man arrayed in armor fair; By thy honor, ‘fore thou go This, my precious standard, bear: This, my passion and my woe. Pray thee, lover, soldier, friend; By our bond ‘neath the Divine Take my hand, and to it bend To kiss; e’en so, my mouth is
I finally ditched iMovie for Filmmaker Pro (which has treated me very well, so far). Hasta la vista, babehhhh This means a few things, namely that 1. I will maintain a higher level of daily sanity, and 2. I really, truly need to update my acting/performance reel. Again. This
I watch you, quiet, as a cacophony must be ringing in your ears only Your every cell wars. Every soldier is deployed at last, for the final, desperate charge. All I hear is machines ticking and clicking, A small “beep,” Your breathing, and the sounds of your pain as you
In reading a novel, any novel, we have to know perfectly well that the whole thing is nonsense, and then, while reading, believe every word of it. Finally, when we’re done with it, we may find—if it’s a good novel—that we’re a bit different from
Codependence needs to be defined wisely in order for us to understand that humans were made to live in community. To quote an antiquated animated movie I still love: If you're gonna hunt humans, you might wanna remember that we travel in packs. From the film Titan A.
Exist-pencil meanderings…
Let me never not look up again — But here, right now, The lake-sand is blue in the clouded midday grey-sky and the broken reeds are quick and sharp — I must pick my way through them. So, I step slow, and Images in the corner of my eye are dreamy, and
Daily writing promptWhat's a job you would like to do for just one day? View all responses Drill sergeant.