StickyNebula
02-23-2011, 04:59 AM
Wind whipping by “whispering words of wisdom”, cuddled up warm in a ruby-red blanket, vague noises of traffic from way down below become a subtle background noise, this skyscraper is far above the city lights and has the privilege to see the stars tonight.
Tall with a mighty structure that’s stoic in nature because man created this for the sole purpose of capital gain; its beauty contained in the architects mind, who did after all give an exclusive right to look deep into the starry sky. “A house can have integrity, just like a person, and just as seldom.”
This building cries as its tears are seen with mildew stains, faded navy blue paint and weathered rooftop tiles denoted by different shades in the darkness. Sad not to be built for the sole purpose of experiencing wonders of the world, but tonight, this skyscraper has companions that will gaze through the heavenly atmosphere. “but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body.”
The cool breeze brushes my skin -electricity- “Your skin makes me cry” goosebumps give me the shivers and I feel everything is surreal for a moment. I slowly fix my eyes straight up into the sky and see a quick flash, the shooting star for a split second gives me a splinter of ease and a deep affectionate feeling inside my chest. It’s warm as if drinking a cappuccino on a chilly winter day. “I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness that we shared together in the used to be”
My eyes slowly melt shut for an everlasting moment; deep breaths in and deep breaths out while all my aged memories flicker, reeling backwards in time until everything becomes black and my eyes fade open again. Refreshing. Feeling the oxygen pumped into my lungs has always made me feel like a living organism. Similar to science class when very tiny organisms are put underneath a light microscope while the observer watches the heartbeat pulsates ever so quickly to move the nutrient rich blood to every part of the body.
Thin clouds sparsely scattered across the gentle cold night sky convince my eyes to drift from each cloud creating vivid images of lost moments of love. I let out a sigh so painful every creature in existence would share this pain and yet so quiet only the closest microbes could hear. This apathy naturally drew two soft tears from each of my watery eyes making the night sky an underwater painting with glimpses of light dotted across a frozen ocean wave. Each tiny water molecule running down my smooth cheek glimmered in the half moonlight until dripping onto the cold rooftop. “you’re losing me”. The opiate-like pain puts my mind in a daze. I forget about everything except the lucid glowing specs suspended high above and the manmade skyscraper underneath me.
My slate is blank. I realize I’ve never felt so completely alone in my entire life. A view so intensely beautiful with the perfect environment… My heart burns, I wish I could have shared these moments with you. “Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe - the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.”
Tall with a mighty structure that’s stoic in nature because man created this for the sole purpose of capital gain; its beauty contained in the architects mind, who did after all give an exclusive right to look deep into the starry sky. “A house can have integrity, just like a person, and just as seldom.”
This building cries as its tears are seen with mildew stains, faded navy blue paint and weathered rooftop tiles denoted by different shades in the darkness. Sad not to be built for the sole purpose of experiencing wonders of the world, but tonight, this skyscraper has companions that will gaze through the heavenly atmosphere. “but I feel that if a war came to threaten this, I would throw myself into space, over the city, and protect these buildings with my body.”
The cool breeze brushes my skin -electricity- “Your skin makes me cry” goosebumps give me the shivers and I feel everything is surreal for a moment. I slowly fix my eyes straight up into the sky and see a quick flash, the shooting star for a split second gives me a splinter of ease and a deep affectionate feeling inside my chest. It’s warm as if drinking a cappuccino on a chilly winter day. “I'm so thankful for each golden hour of happiness that we shared together in the used to be”
My eyes slowly melt shut for an everlasting moment; deep breaths in and deep breaths out while all my aged memories flicker, reeling backwards in time until everything becomes black and my eyes fade open again. Refreshing. Feeling the oxygen pumped into my lungs has always made me feel like a living organism. Similar to science class when very tiny organisms are put underneath a light microscope while the observer watches the heartbeat pulsates ever so quickly to move the nutrient rich blood to every part of the body.
Thin clouds sparsely scattered across the gentle cold night sky convince my eyes to drift from each cloud creating vivid images of lost moments of love. I let out a sigh so painful every creature in existence would share this pain and yet so quiet only the closest microbes could hear. This apathy naturally drew two soft tears from each of my watery eyes making the night sky an underwater painting with glimpses of light dotted across a frozen ocean wave. Each tiny water molecule running down my smooth cheek glimmered in the half moonlight until dripping onto the cold rooftop. “you’re losing me”. The opiate-like pain puts my mind in a daze. I forget about everything except the lucid glowing specs suspended high above and the manmade skyscraper underneath me.
My slate is blank. I realize I’ve never felt so completely alone in my entire life. A view so intensely beautiful with the perfect environment… My heart burns, I wish I could have shared these moments with you. “Two things fill the mind with ever new and increasing wonder and awe - the starry heavens above me and the moral law within me.”