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I was flying sideways – past all of the elevators.  I couldn’t see very far in front of me. Up, up, and away!  I couldn’t see, I really couldn’t.  All I knew was that I was going up, deeper into the dark abyss that humans call the universe.  Is that really what it is?  Endless space?  Or did I reach a point and start all over?  Go back to the beginning and sing to the end?  
I felt like a bird soaring around the top of evergreens.  My wing touched the clouds and I couldn’t let the comets catch me.  They had been right after me the whole time at the tip of my soul.
We’ve been here before, you and I.
And so it goes.
I couldn’t imagine us being any other way.  I can always imagine ME being another being another way.  Every other day I see me, a different shade.

    ORANGE
   
                     AND

                                  PINK
with yellow glowing inside – nothing holding me back.
There are no people, just bird with different feathers.
I had jumped from the moon to reach my destiny.  Where that was I didn’t know.  I thought in the back of my head that I could see cars driving around the streets of Earth.  Billions of fast-paced ants scurrying to please the Queen.  What I really saw, I finally figured out, was Time moving faster then the fasted of ambitious ants.
We’d been here before.  The same soft melody pumping in the background.

The air was smooth as my wings fluttered gently across time and space.  I was merely a speck in the mix of thousands of blotches smeared across the page.  I always have felt like giving up after realizing that, but what would be without me?  Each splotch has its own special place in time and space gains weight as we move.  So what could it hurt to continue soaring with no destination in sight?
I began to see my silhouette dance across the air.  How, I’ll never really know.  But it was brilliant, watching my simple shadow blend and melt into the tiny shape below.  With my body rising I became lighter and less significant to the creations below.
My bird teeth ground together and my pea-brain dissolved into the air.  The air They breathed in below.  My life became the life of others.  I was the only thing that had kept me back and the only thing that could let me go.
©2008-2009 ~discontentbeauty
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I don't really know about this.

Anyone care to interpret?

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:iconpoetmorte:
Even a tiny grain of sand can start an avalanche. It takes the first grain of sand going through an hourglass to get the rest of them to follow with the passing of time. Yet it would only take one grain lodging itself to stop time's flow completely. So you can see that even though you may seem insignificant, you could be the most important piece of the universe. You're important to me, because you always make me think of my youth. Orange and pink and yellow reminds me of a grapefruit, or a Moluccan Cockatoo :).
:icon15stitches:
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Yes, we are little pixels on the "pale blue dot." Think of the planet as a mosaic. Especially those mosaics that make up a person's image. Without one of those pieces, the image would be incomplete. Your pixel is important to the whole.

This reminds me of several things. One, of dream catchers and how the beads symbolize Grandma Spider. The web of sinew, spindled around.

I can picture these birds as the beads, all of them the different colors you've mentioned (and you with the ever-changing colors you imagine with the yellow glow inside) and see how all of these birds effect the web of sinew. One bird's movement casting this wave of motion throughout the entire dream catcher. It would actually make a very nice painting :)
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:rose:

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:icondiscontentbeauty:
I'm glad I can do that for you. and grapefruits are tasty if you add sugar. :p

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:icondiscontentbeauty:
too bad I can't paint worth a damn...maybe I'll try 'er out! :P

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:icon15stitches:
.~.
You should!
Painting is wonderful. I'm not good at it either but I keep trying anyway ;)

Get yourself some reference pictures and work from there :D
It helps to sketch it out in pencil on canvas or paper first.

Let me know if you try it out :D
.~.

:rose:

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"What you do speaks so loudly that I cannot hear what you say." -- Ralph Waldo Emerson

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I am the Irish Pistol |--`
:iconpoetmorte:
Plus if you eat them without sugar they exercise some face muscles that never get attention.
:icondiscontentbeauty:
:giggle:

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:iconsombermuse:
mmm delicious imagery and literary concepts here. def. worth reading, kinda makes you wonder were life is going. nice writing! :glomp:

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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently. :boogie:
:icondiscontentbeauty:
Thanks....yes, I was thinking about were my life is headed as I wrote.

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