Spilled Ink

365-voiced-thoughts:

This is what it comes to.
The waters rising over the high roads,
the clouds going purple, and the sky a dirty yellow.
Everyone can die, everyone will live
but my heart only beats so long as yours does.
I’ll stand here and wait, and silence can befriend me.
But with four hundred miles, between the sun and my sea,
I’d imagine myself becoming miracles
walking on clear water,
and dead in the instant I stepped on land and drowned.
Gravity speaks in deathly whispers,
and calls to the wind to break it, kill it off before the pain takes it over.
We’re tearing ourselves apart,
and wallowing in dust,
but in a day we’ll all fly, or dig in deep within our souls.

simondwilson:

The Earth is like a heart
it is hard on the outside
it is soft on the inside

it cares for things 
even though it knows they are bad
it dares to say no
though it has no voice

it communicates though tragedy
it heals though destruction
it kills with creation

In the first moments 
it was created the energy
it held was that powerful
that man was created

Although it took millions of years
it happened to be the best
and also the worst creation
that had ever became of the planet
we call earth…