Do you want to hear about the hilltops? Do you want to hear about the trees? The jagged rocks that slowly get tamed by centuries and moving earth, the mossy grass like cool emerald lava. Would you like to know about the mountains? The stars that seem the only things close enough to tell of what it is like to be so high. Could I whisper in your ear about the sky, and the many faces it chooses to show? Can I tell you about the cities? The bricks and mortar, the stone and toil. The bust and bustle, the rats and their race, the people and their shoes. Would you believe me if I told you about the lights? Oh, the lights. Glowing like fireworks, painting like ink onto any skin that bares itself to the air.
Sorry. Not too sure where that came from. S.H.
6 comments:
Art formed within writing. Beautiful stuff. It came from within, where else? Sounds like it's night time from where you are.
Until then.
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Glad to be of service:)
Out of curiosity, when you mentioned background do you mean desktop background or a different sort of background?
Until next time.
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Hmm...chaotic:P
Until then.
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A goodbye sounds final. When I state until then, or until next time, it's almost like till we meet/communicate again in a sense that there is still chance of a continuing bond. It opens up the possibility of a friendly or mutual relationship, and with such simplicity as well. The pattern has no explanation sadly. it's just fun to alternate:P
Until next time.
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Haha! You made me blush. Don't worry, you're fine the way you are; don't feel the need to end with something either. After all, it is just a greeting I use for everyone else as well.
Until then.
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Of course I will. Why ever would I think otherwise?
Until next time.
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