01 8 / 2014
"You say you want me, but I remember who you are."
01 8 / 2014
31 7 / 2014
Anonymous said: Scared, I guess I`m scared to fly
"Scared, I guess. I’m scared to fly."
I am everything with him, and I am nothing without him. He was the moon in my sky, the air in my lungs, the song in my heart, the light in my eyes - and he left. And when he left, so did the moon. And the air, the music, and the light.
I crumbled without him - and his touch and his words and the way he could melt me with just one glance. God, I missed him. I still miss him. And I cried and screamed and wailed and begged for his return. And all I got was nothing. No one at my doorstep. No flowers on my porch, no romantic gesture, no apology. No real goodbye.
I was scared. Terrified as hell. I was scared to be alone, to face the world without a shield, to walk on my own. I was afraid to fly. I was afraid I’d fall.
But slowly my wings grew and I found the courage and the strength to soar above and beyond anything I had ever done before - anything he had done. If I was the angel, then he was the devil. I had risen and found the good in the world.
And when I saw him again, I fell. My heart still yearned for him, yet my wings yearned for the sky - to fly again The devil and the angel, the lover and loved.
And he hadn’t changed. He was no devil. And I was no angel. I had learned to fly, but so had he.
So had you.
Scared, I guess. I was scared to fly. But we all belong in the bright, blue sky.
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31 7 / 2014
We humans are one among millions of separate species who live in a world burgeoning, overflowing with life. And yet most species that ever were are no more. After flourishing for one hundred fifty million years, the dinosaurs became extinct. Every last one. No species is guaranteed its tenure on this planet.
The hard truth seems to be this: We live in a vast and awesome universe in which, daily, suns are made and worlds are destroyed, where humanity clings to an obscure clod of rock. The significance of our lives and our fragile realm derives from our own wisdom and courage. We are the custodians of life’s meaning. We would prefer it to be otherwise, of course, but there is no compelling evidence for a cosmic Parent who will care for us and save us from ourselves. It is up to us."