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ashestosnow) wrote2012-05-29 03:35 am
ashestosnow) wrote2012-05-29 03:35 am
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You are the sound of a flute, and may you find me in the drumbeat of the crashing ocean.
It does not matter; it does not matter.
It is enough that you are in the world, burning and being lovely; it is enough if you are happy, and others see your smile. Even when we are gone from this world, you will not be lost to me; there will always have been a moment, somewhere in time, when you were burning and lovely, and I was there with you, and that can never be diminished.
To such a memory as yours, time is immaterial. You were, are, a creature like unto no other; neither time nor distance will render that untrue. True, neither time nor distance will dilute the pain; but that is testament to the fierceness of your being, of its power to etch itself into the narratives of things. Why should my story be any different? I am but one part of the universe that you have written upon; I am but one who was touched.
Long after the world has swept us both away, the truth of what you were will remain, absolute. I am confident that the universe will remember, even if mortal kind do not.
Be not lonely; be not afraid. Fill your days with things that bring you joy, and never doubt that love was the architect of your soul. That is all that I ask for you. It is hardly more than you deserve.
It is enough that you are in the world, burning and being lovely; it is enough if you are happy, and others see your smile. Even when we are gone from this world, you will not be lost to me; there will always have been a moment, somewhere in time, when you were burning and lovely, and I was there with you, and that can never be diminished.
To such a memory as yours, time is immaterial. You were, are, a creature like unto no other; neither time nor distance will render that untrue. True, neither time nor distance will dilute the pain; but that is testament to the fierceness of your being, of its power to etch itself into the narratives of things. Why should my story be any different? I am but one part of the universe that you have written upon; I am but one who was touched.
Long after the world has swept us both away, the truth of what you were will remain, absolute. I am confident that the universe will remember, even if mortal kind do not.
Be not lonely; be not afraid. Fill your days with things that bring you joy, and never doubt that love was the architect of your soul. That is all that I ask for you. It is hardly more than you deserve.
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Also, I wanted to say that you have good taste in icons. ;) I've chosen some of hers for similar reasons.
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And I'm glad that my writing had resonance with you. If you wish me to add you here, you may see more of it; I'm an amateur poet of sorts.