ageless moon

And so the old man glanced up at the sky. He whispered quietly to the night, "Why, oh why does it all have to end, my friend?" A hand wrinkled and twisted with age stretched upwards as if it were about to caress the pocketed surface of the moon.

Silence replied.

"Once upon a time I had the brilliance of the stars that shine around you," he continued while lost in his memories. A bristly mustache tickled his upper lip as the words flowed out of his mouth. Yet the sensation was so familiar, the old man hardly noticed it anymore.

Silence replied.

A cool breeze pulled at his coat, seeking an entrance inside. His dry lips stretched into a small smile. "It was short, was it not? If only I was ageless like you..." A soft sigh reached his elderly ears. Wisps of thin hair floated lazily, causing his scalp to itch. The darkness descended as the old man closed his eyes.

Yet again, Silence replied.

trying to blend in...

Erik Lehnsherr: You want society to accept you, but you can't even accept yourself. 

X-Men: First Class

It's hard to believe that you are some one of immense beauty when the world corrupts the true meaning of the word. To them it's all about the size of your waist and the lack of fat. It's how perfect your hair is, and how full your lips are. If you do not live up to those expectations, then you are not beautiful. Or so they want you to think. Think for yourself. Stand up with confidence. The world does not know you and it does not own you. 

Accept yourself.

Let me explain...

I love looking at endless pictures of random things. Who doesn't? It's addicting and entertaining to the eyes. Some pictures inspire me to create my own images, and some even spark up story ideas. Yes. I am a writer as well. Definitely not the best of writers, but I try not to let that hinder me as my stories flow out of my brain and onto a word doc. This blog is going to be filled with my brain blurbs and images that I like. Probably no one will read this, and maybe no one will understand. But that's ok. It's for me.

Whoever sees this... Perhaps you can appreciate it. There's an artist in all of us. :)

wondering...

What happened here? Who's winning? Weak and wounded, he knows he must stand up to fight. It's so hard to push back the fatigue, but if he doesn't, his failure will bring the consequences down not only upon himself, but everyone else that he cares about.