i have not dreamed in nights.. my sleep is more restful but i miss my dreams. My dreams had more creation, more fantasy to them then anything i can conjure while awake.
Some of my fondest memories are in the dark.
And let me tell you. A shaved hair is so much easier to manage. Maybe i should have long hair, my maaan, this is just to convienent to pass up.
So books to read people
Peridido Street Station by China Mieville. I highly rocomend it. definatly one of the most creative writers ive ever come across. So yes if you have any interest in fantasy, sci-fi or just plain awesome. Read this book.
Mr. Mieville, i salute you.
Ellayla held her heart in her hands. She stared at it for a moment still bloodly and beating, then looked up tears soaking her cheeks.
"And this it what it comes too?" She cried."after all the growing and changing, and fighting, and loving, and hating and aching. It all comes to this?"
"I did not ask for your heart." Hordal said softly next to her. Not looking at her, barely hearing her.
Ellayla turned a cold gaze on him.
" I did not rip it out for you." she hissed then added without malice, " for you i let it beat, for a time." then the hiss returned. "But i ripped it out them." The golden -crimson stained-grass rolled in the wind, holding in its warm soil, men who would go on to a different dance.
"And for me." tears still falling. " in the end it had to be for me, i could stand the ache no longer."
Hordal stood up, holding the dark spear he had used to slay hundreds.
"Then you chose this life, this end." he still did not look at her.
" Of course." She responded, almost happily looking up at him. " no other could chose for me. My life has always been my own."
Hordal finally looked down at her. A weak smile on his face. Then he faded into dark.
............aaaaaaaand i dono what that was about. just felt like writin it. Got a scene in my head of a girl holding her heart. Literally. haha. maybe im watchin to much OZ.
Seriously though, no other reason for this. So dont feel the need to read into. Comments are of course welcome though
The sun may rise in east but at least it settles in a final location.
Its offical. Im moving to california.
okay so not "offically" but its definatlly the plan now. It was before. But only a fuzzy dream based on a blurry idea from second hand images.
but not any more. I saw it first hand. I may never be a California girl. But im gona breathe the same air.
Golden rolling hills dotted with green trees. The tallest trees in the world. The oldest. The widest ( execept for that one in mexico but they think thats actually a grove of trees any way.) And General Sherman. The largest living organism on the planet. An awesome tree. And i meant awe inspiring, not rad.
Ocean waves. Otter. pelicans, sand dollars. Sun. Tans. Shirtless happy people. Mountains that break into the sky, flowing with waters that turn into cassading waterfalls. And then a heaven with clouds that can dwarf them all.
The earth sings in many places. It dances in others, it cries out in some. In parts its sleeps.
In california the earth seems to call out with all its voices. and takes its turn letting them rest.
Thats not to say i dont love other parts of north american, or even the world. Many places make me stand still in awe.
but heres to california The suns final location.
