#eternitality

I’m not ignoring you. I’ve been moving and will be moving blogs shortly.

At that point, I will be hitting up your starters (that way I’m not starting them here and losing them in the move over).

“Do you really think so?”

     There’s no doubt in her voice – just an honest kind of curiosity, an      openness that rings with possibility. She follows her question with      a thoughtful hum, low and tuneless, and casts her eyes skyward as      her hands sink into the softness of the grass beneath them.

“I don’t know if I can believe that. I mean – not everyone can be the same something, right? Human life… it’s so complicated. But –” And here a quiet laugh bubbles out, “I don’t really know all that much. I could be wrong.”

♀ ------ “Such optimism is a breath of fresh air, dear girl- but don’t let that be your downfall. Life is best lived equal amounts carefree and cautious, never too trusting or too kind. Live it in leisure but be wary of those around you.” 

Sappho speaks quietly, practically a sage after so many years observing humanity. Though her afterlife was not quite godhood, her skin held an ethereal glow too bright to be mortal, hair practically untouched by the wind. Perhaps the two looked right at home in the space between reality and heavens above. 

eternitality:

         She has never, not for a moment, forgotten how beautiful this          world is.           There are reminders everywhere. In the pure hearts that call to           her, that cling to each other, that tremble in every emotion that           exists and even some that do not have a name yet. She does           not need to remind herself — every moment stands as testament           to this tiny, fundamental, truth. And she is grateful.            But the fact of the matter is, she is also lonely.                                   Which seems about as ungrateful as anyone can be.                                   Still — even if it’s sad and selfish, it still makes her feel human           and that is a blessing in and of itself. The universe does as well —           spread out infinitely before her, blanketed in stars, she feels           small and that, too, is beautiful. But the best part, the part that           is warmest and most precious, is that she is not alone.                                   -“Thank you for staying with me,” she says, eyes still fixed on           the sprawling worlds laid out in every color before her. “I haven’t           been able to share this with anyone before.” 

          Cosmos has accepted loneliness as a burden from the day she           watched her world and all her loved ones burn. She has accepted           it through the infinite years that fly by as she stands alone,           unchanging, the only sign of her millenniums the white hair that           never ceases growing.           And she has accepted pain, a vast aching chasm within her that           grows wider and wider with each world she sees destroyed,           with each clash with Chaos that she knows will only be a Pyrrhic victory.             But now there is someone else, and that fact alone makes           everything different. This being she has found among the           stars is like her, yet not like her at all. Cosmos feels safe lying           beside her, a comfort in the other woman's presence as she           stares out at the beauty of her namesake, a beauty she has forgotten.           This warmth inside of her...she remembers it, a forgotten           emotion that she has left in the dust.                                                             Hope.           "...I should thank you," she murmurs, and tears glimmer at           the corners of her eyes. "I feel as if this must be a dream."