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My star visit
When I was very young, 6~7 of age. We visited our grandparents, their home was old school, no tv, so me being a city kid was used to stay up late watching tv.
Every one was getting ready for bed, but I was not even close to my bed time. So I did the only thing I could think of. I laid on my back and watched the stars.
And let me tell you, every time I watched the stars ever since I have been hoping to see something similar to what I seen that night, and every time I look up I am disappointed.
I went across the world, visited observatories built high up, where they are supposed to see better into the sky. Not one had the view I got in my grandparents courtyard. And that place was about sea level, if not under sea level elevation wise.
Every time I looked up ever since, I get this 2 d view, like I am looking true a flat window.
That night was different, it felt like the stars, and there where more numerous then ever before, where at arms length. It was like, all I had to do is reach out and I could take one into my hand. Even at that age I knew stars where huge and far away, but I could not resist the urge to reach my hand for one. I laughed at how silly I was, but it looked so magical. It was like the hole sky was wrapped around me, and I felt lost in the darkness between the stars. I wanted to be a part of that, I wanted to see it again. Alas, I never seen any thing so beautiful ever again, and will probably die without seeing something like that again ;_;
When I was very young, 6~7 of age. We visited our grandparents, their home was old school, no tv, so me being a city kid was used to stay up late watching tv.
Every one was getting ready for bed, but I was not even close to my bed time. So I did the only thing I could think of. I laid on my back and watched the stars.
And let me tell you, every time I watched the stars ever since I have been hoping to see something similar to what I seen that night, and every time I look up I am disappointed.
I went across the world, visited observatories built high up, where they are supposed to see better into the sky. Not one had the view I got in my grandparents courtyard. And that place was about sea level, if not under sea level elevation wise.
Every time I looked up ever since, I get this 2 d view, like I am looking true a flat window.
That night was different, it felt like the stars, and there where more numerous then ever before, where at arms length. It was like, all I had to do is reach out and I could take one into my hand. Even at that age I knew stars where huge and far away, but I could not resist the urge to reach my hand for one. I laughed at how silly I was, but it looked so magical. It was like the hole sky was wrapped around me, and I felt lost in the darkness between the stars. I wanted to be a part of that, I wanted to see it again. Alas, I never seen any thing so beautiful ever again, and will probably die without seeing something like that again ;_;
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End
It's been 51 days. And never before the days were that long and that unwilling to pass by. How much more will I make through? I don't know, but I don't feel like even a few.
I feel like a sand-castle washed away by a cold wave, like a a pile of leaves blown by dry wind, why to start building something, when you're going to destroy it anyway and bury someone beneath it...
Why to remain when you are gone, why to live when you are dead.
The world's been turning before I came and will be when I'll be gone, eberything will remain as I never was.
I wish it to be again and permanent, but reliving the now again would cause me doing things I' already
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the end
Sticks and stone
May break my bones.
But hooks and steel
Are who I am.
I called this death,
I call it art.
I call you saviour,
You call me killer.
All I wanted was a friend,
But no! They had to run.
No, they had to lock me away!
And stop me from making art!
I am the end to my suffering!
I am what I truly need!
I have the body to end this!
I am the cure I must have!
I see the pain,
The suffering,
The death,
That I’ve caused.
Killer, killer,
Now it ends,
Now I look
Into the lens.
I looked into the mirror,
Now I know,
Who I am,
And what I’ve done.
I did those things,
I killed those people,
And I smiled as I did it.
I am,
Smile
Literature
Irretrievably Broken
What can you do when the person who is supposed to love you the most doesn't care at all?
What should you do when the person who is supposed to have your back at all times stabs you in it instead?
What does it say when all the people who were supposed to be friends to both of you kept their silence?
I may forgive one day, but I will never trust again.
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Wow, that's very beautiful n sad to *runs crying away*