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The deepness of somethin' that does not exist.
Where to start. Well, things that does not exist are, for example, myths. Stories. Fantasy. These things that are taken in paper, in songs, in drawings, and in TV programs.
Take for example, the Mystery of the Impossible Girl in Doctor Who. I did not watch the series, yet I plan to, but here is what I know: Its the story of a girl that stepped into a portal by choice and broke herself into millions of pieces that did a diaspora around space and time. Every single one of those pieces, for as far as I know, saved the Doctor. Wherever or whenever, the Doctor was there, and Clara was too. And well then, I could have never thought of such story.
It allowed me to understand, in a way, how willing someone can be in order to save someone they love.
And it was romantically dont dare to say otherwise.
This event, thing, does not exist in real life, and thats what makes it deep. Time travels, girls that broke into millions of pieces in order to save one person, a payphone cabin that can travel across space and time. And more.
The beauty it has is that it does not exist. It comes from a part of ourselves that is unknown, and powerful, and that dreams a lot. Because of that very reason, it needs to be free, and takes the form of stories, of songs, of drawings, of TV shows. This things that does not exist allows is to explore the probabilities, to defy the limits, to live beyond universes. And that deepness also allows us to understand what does exist.
Its beautiful, to realize this. To be aware that, even if these stories, creatures, TV shows and else doesn't exist, they got to actually exist, in paper, in music, on a screen.
How else, would have we seen, or hearken, or live, through them?
I created a word that, in my eyes, it is legitimy, and in my heart, I hope it to be used and remembered: Verakensi'naísh:
That word would be the one that describes the inability of stop feeling; it would be the name of the deepest form of empathy.
Use it, if you wish to. Write poems with it, let your tongue became familiar with it, be identified, too. I am going to do all of it, and more, but I thought that it would be so selfish of mine to not share this new word with all the ones that needs it.
So here it is. Use it wisely.
—The Solivagant.
The concept of dream.
When I met you, truly met you, the concept of "dream" that I always had, it torn apart until it took the shape of your face.
—The Solivagant
How tiredness works.
Its funny, how tiredness works. When you are tired at the point that your bones cry. You let everything go. The pain, the ire, the pride. You are so tired that that tiredness corrodes all that burden, from inside to outside. That is my way to tell you that I forgive you.
—The Solivagant.
The grief of an ancient heart.
I do not know something ancient enough to say this with all right, but I can provide a truth as old as time: pain traspasses everything. No one, nor human, god or beyond, is safe from it.
But I can provide hope, too; love is the same. Nor man, creature or being is beyond love, so lay and rest knowing that love can heal you, if you let it.
—The Solivagant.
“i could swear i can live a million lifes aside you and never get tired of that dreamy gleam in your eyes. ”
—The Solivagant.
“Sometimes, what you do not want to do, but you must do, is what is best for you. "
—naive-daydreamer.
"I wonder what would my younger self would say if she saw me right now.
Would that child be proud? Curious? Sad? Angry? I suppose I will never know.
But, yet, I still wonder...
I have that thing: I wonder of impossible ideas.
Such bless and burden, to just wonder. ”
—naive-daydreamer.
“ A thing you should now is this; someone can stay, but that does not mean that they're truly, completely here. ”
—Unknown
“Dear Lord adove the heavens, beyond worlds and who always know:
Please, revelate me the mistery of this awful need of being always alone, on my own.
Please, revelate me the understanding of what is wrong in me, or what is wrong around, so I can be able of changing.
Please, just revelate me what I dont deserve to know, so I can finally understand the why of many of my troubles.
I know in my bones that they are not of this plane. I know it because this tiredness is not a human struggle.
Thank you, and may my soul softens and bless you one more time".
“what type of tiredness is this? I'm so tired I cant even feel nothing more ”.
“i always thought that in english, everything sounds better.
Well, at least to me. Cause when i hear something, like a poem or a phrase, in english, i feel like a collision in my heart and my mind.
And i supose that thats how truly feels love: like a collision, in your heart and mind, a foreign feeling that you want to feel again and again.”
—naive-daydreamer.
“who needs a cwtch? Is like a hug, but deeper. It is given with the intention of bringing a safe place. "
—said by someone that truly needs a cwtch.
“I am deathly sure that dreams and hope are well tangled to each other; you would ask why. I'll tell you: because you can't have dreams if you don't have hope, and you can't have hope if you don't have dreams. ”
—someone that dreams in the daylight and that hopes in the nightdark.
“I always thought that your eyes were like fertile land; perfect to sow my hopes and my dreams. ”
—Unknown.