Some shit that out-lives time

There is no god who can hear you,
just a sky full of stars.


The same stars you will be wishing on.

So freakin' fly, bitches.

I confused your arrogance for passion. I retract my statement.
Have an opinion, but don't disregard everyone else's. What's okay for one, is okay for all.

A thing I like to call equality.

You're no exception.
-A-

circa ninteen sixty

"I'm better than you", she declared, with her heart in her hand. Her ice cold skin remained unaffected by the warmth of the sun despite her lonely hours isolated outside. She stood amongst the statues, her many 'admirers' as she had coined.

A teacher, a preacher to the 'hopeless', that was, everyone.

"No", the smallest statue, once set in stone, now with movement, now with a voice, stammered.

To be continued...

Bright eyed, wide eyed, Heartless believer.

It's like, preaching to the deaf. A message of love? A message of hope? It doesn't really matter. They will still sit there, blank gaze, empty expressions masking their faces.
It's like art for the blind. The vivacious colors of burnt orange and velvet red splashing a blank canvas. In their eyes, it's an untold story. It's an unknown story.

They can't hear, but they can see. They can't see, but they can touch. They can feel.

Bright eyed, ignorant child, take what you know, what you see, what you feel. Take it, embrace it. Don't let misfortune set you back.
Become inspired by the beauty of everyday.
Learn to love... And learn from loves forgotten.

Don't exist.
Live, woman!

-A-