|Light in the darkness...|
The Art of Speaking SoftlyIt is summer.The Art of Speaking Softly by SugarHeartedGirl
The sky is a surreal blue, freckled with birds and thin afterthoughts of cloud. Valentine sits on his bed, shoulder pressed to the wall beside the window, and skips his fingers across his knees as though playing the piano. When the door to the room swings open he blinks but does not turn, goes on watching gulls circle overhead. His eyes are deep, dark, blue, like opals underwater, and almost seem to ripple in reflection of the shivering, wind-dusted sky.
"Valentine," the nurse in the doorway says. "Sweetie, you've got a new roommate. Say hello."
Valentine is silent and his face still, and his hands fall to rest draped across his thighs.
"This is Winter. He's going to stay here for a while, okay? Now I'm going to leave you two alone for a bit to get to know each other. Don't get into trouble." The nurse laughs. She leaves Winter holding his suitcase and blinking his warm brown doe's eyes, watching Valentine.
"My name is Winter," he says after a long silence.
AirYou do not have to be empty.Air by SugarHeartedGirl
Go, now, to the high places, the thin spires
of mountains and skyscrapers
the roof of your house, tipped with snow,
and fill yourself up with the air.
Drink it in, taste it, roll it around
on your tongue, feel it settle
in the caverns of your lungs. Feel the dust
and the ice crystals and the scraps of newspaper
brush your lips, and fill yourself with them, too.
Fill yourself up with the moonlight, the frost,
the dusky rose of the rising sun,
the night, the morning, the calls of birds,
the sillhouettes of telephone poles,
the shadows of people and clouds and alley cats
that dance across the pavement.
Fill yourself with the feel of your lover's hands,
the smell of the cold wind (mint and forests)
the taste of afternoon tea, the sight
of birds pinwheeling in the snow.
You do not have to be empty.
Current Residence: The Netherlands(near Rotterdam)
deviantWEAR sizing preference: Small
Favourite genre of music: most of them
Favourite photographer: Richard Avedon
Favourite style of art: depends on in what mood I am
MP3 player of choice: Zen Creative X-Fi 2*long live strange letters and numbers behind a name*
Personal Quote: Country is brought into the world by aliens who want to destroy humanity so they can take our planet.