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Letting Life Live

from madly - Sunday, December 16, 2007
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See you on the flipside, crazy beautiful people.

I leave you with a love story...

A shooting star crashed into Earth wanting to change forms for a life. She had watched from afar since she had come into being and was curious to know what it was like to be human. She wanted to feel emotions, live a human life, to discover and maybe even be discovered. Her memory would be erased and would only be returned after her life on Earth had ended. She would not be allowed to choose the life she would be given, for destiny demanded total control in exchange for the experience she so desperately craved. Carelessly and without hesitation, she agreed.

Destiny took her soul and gave it to the Earth and the Earth shook and spit her out. She awoke in a forest with the moon and the sun shining down upon her. The tall trees were whispering and the grass swayed as if leading her forward. The waving flowers proudly sang for her and the purple sky dropped raindrops in the brightest most beautiful colors she had ever seen. The excitement in the air created whirlwinds that blew out of control all around her. Leaves danced and the trees fell quiet as she passed. The ground felt alive under her feet and the wind lightly stung her face as if trying to taste her. She knelt down to drink from the river and it laughed as if being tickled, splashing her as it giggled.

She wondered if this was life on Earth and a voice behind her whispered, “No, this is the life you have brought with you to my Earth, the life hiding inside you. It is now showing off and playing for you, in the hope that you won’t forget what you had while you search for what it is you feel you need.” The voice continued saying, “You have been given to me, child, and I will decide what type of life you shall have. This is a tricky game you are playing and I must warn you to hold on dearly to the life within you or it could be lost forever. Remember, really living life can only be accomplished through the simple act of letting life live”. The girl turned and found herself looking into the eyes of Mother Nature. Mother Nature met her gaze and took a long look into her, knowing who she was. She could not be fooled, for she was old and wise. “What is it you crave, child? Do you seek a new life?” The girl turned away feeling ashamed and unable to face her. Mother Nature took her hand in hers and said, “I can only promise to show you what it is to live in this world, but not how to live a happy life, because deep inside of you, you already have your answer.” With that promise, Mother Nature took the girl and tossed her back into the heavens.

The sun and moon raced to catch her and fought for a moment deciding who would take her down to her new life, but the moon won. He knew her and had secretly watched her at night while she danced and sparkled across his sky. He had long loved her and wanted to hold her, if only for a moment. He took her, held her tight and kissed her, as if begging her to stay. He cried for her and what he knew she would now go through, but it was too late, for life had set in and she was changing already. He had to let her go into the night, knowing she would never be the same and his night would never be the same with out her. He called after her, “I will remember you, I promise” and she was gone.

She lived and she breathed, but deep inside she felt she never belonged and she seemed to live her life staring at the night skies, longing to be up there, craving space and freedom from her very body. She felt trapped; claustrophobic and she somehow knew she didn’t belong in this world. She had learned to feel, but not in the way others did, for she felt emotions to the point of insanity and she was easily lost in them as they took hold of her. She often became sick and weak from too much thought and too much feeling, yet they raced on within her and never seemed to slow down long enough for her to catch her breath, clear her mind and settle herself.

People never quite seemed real to her and she found herself watching them as if they were a picture show put on for her entertainment. She was amused, but not terribly interested and she could never quite take them seriously, for they looked at the world in a way that she could not see with the eyes she had been given. She loved passion and sex, but she could never truly connect with her partners and the more they clung to her, the more she fought for her freedom. She knew she was alone in a world full of people who could never know her and she realized the fault was her own.

She asked too many questions, because something inside her was in a hurry to learn it all, as if she had only been given a short amount of time to uncover life’s hidden mysteries. Yet, the more she asked, the more confused she became. Anger often overtook her, because life seemed meaningless and empty and nothing satisfied her need, for she didn’t know what it was she craved. She cried inside, but tears stopped coming and life became a dream she longed to awaken from.

She didn’t live long, because life could not contain her and sleep could not make her still. Her restless soul longed to be free and the day came where she breathed in her last breath and the life she had once asked for, released her. She shot off into the night passing the moon as she flew and he smiled at her and held out his hand. She came back to him and stared into his glow and remembered. “You were there, the day I was born on Earth, were you not?” she asked. “I was” he said tenderly “and long before. I must now confess that I kissed your memory into your soul, so that you would not forget who you were and where you belonged, for I feared I could not wait a lifetime for your return.”

Looking out across the nighttime she felt content for the first time she could remember. She felt her own life return and although she had changed, she now knew how to live and what that word meant for her. She thought for a moment about her life on Earth and could now clearly understand why she had been created a star. Her energy could not be contained and the life in her was more life than any life she had been given on Earth. She knew she was home and she smiled at the moon and thanked him for helping her find her way back.

She kissed him and discovered the love she had never experienced on Earth. He loved her exactly as she was and allowed her the freedom that gave her the life he had always loved in her. By letting her fly, he was letting her live, as she was meant to. He understood that real love means letting go and she loved him for it. He watched her leave, never doubting her love and always knowing she would return in her own time. Four walls would never hold her again and as she traveled she picked up speed and shot across the night sky on her way to discover all the spaces set before her. She felt alive, in love and forever free.

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from colden
Wednesday, November 19, 2008 - 20:20


sweet dreams;)
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from Corpsebride
Friday, December 28, 2007 - 21:30

“Notice me
Take my hand
Why are we
Strangers when
Our love is strong
Why carry on without me?

Everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, it's haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I make believe
That you are here
It's the only way
I see clear
What have I done
You seem to move uneasy

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby

I may have made it rain
Please forgive me
My weakness caused you pain
And this song is my sorry


At night I pray
That soon your face
Will fade away

And everytime I try to fly
I fall without my wings
I feel so small
I guess I need you baby
And everytime I see you in my dreams
I see your face, you're haunting me
I guess I need you baby”
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from <3
Wednesday, December 19, 2007 - 00:06


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From ;)
Wednesday, December 19, 2007, 00:48

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from conan
Tuesday, December 18, 2007 - 20:16

Come on baby do you think it's good to feel
Like I'm lying here swimming in memories
I fear God because everything dies babe
Got a gun in the back of my car
A spasm of good sense is making my eye twitch
I've had enough of all your consolation

I'm drowning caught in a shit tide
Tape my face to the inside of love
Nothing to eat but fears in the back seat
Well I've met God and he had nothing to say to me

I pray to God that you're right before my eyes
Bathed in white light with halos in your eyes

Don't wanna waste no more time
Time's what we don't have
Everywhere I look someone dies
Wonder when it's my turn

How well do you know me?
Leave an open door, what you looking for
Babe when you come down?
I built a time machine to escape from
All the pain in the back of my car
Living's a problem because everything dies babe
Save yourself you're not too far away

I pray to God that you're right before my eyes
Bathed in white light with halos in your eyes

Don't wanna waste no more time
Time's what we don't have
Everywhere I look someone dies
Wonder when it's my turn
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