I was flying sideways past all of the elevators. I couldnt see very far in front of me. Up, up, and away! I couldnt see, I really couldnt. 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 couldnt let the comets catch me. They had been right after me the whole time at the tip of my soul.
Weve been here before, you and I.
And so it goes.
I couldnt 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 didnt 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.
Wed 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, Ill 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.















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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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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
It helps to sketch it out in pencil on canvas or paper first.
Let me know if you try it out
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i tend to wander down the wrong rabbit hole quite frequently.
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