everyredlightonmemorylane

[everyredlightonmemorylane]

It’s fireworks. It’s the mushroom cloud of a nuclear bomb. It’s knowing your life is so very short but also so very long. It’s knowing you are insignificant, a bug, the tiniest ripple on the surface of a puddle. It’s knowing your life is the most important thing, that you are the sun, the moon and all the stars, that you are all the seas with their gigantic waves.

It’s knowing that the witches burned long ago and that they are still burning today. It’s every bonfire, every explosion, every rocket launch at once. It’s the fire licking every nerve in your body, the flames inside of you.

It’s the deepest corner of the sea. It’s the coldest part of earth. It’s frozen wastelands and the deepest caves. It’s the fiery ball of tragedies. It’s the songs about love and death and pain and death again. 

It’s you. It’s me. It’s the compassion between good people, it’s the want to help, it’s the charities for those in need, it’s the salvation of dying animals. It’s choosing the good side over and over and over again. 

It’s the yearning for everything you see yourself ever having. It’s the want for more. It’s the hunger for power. It’s control. It’s freedom. It’s a prison. It’s death. It’s surviving. It's life.

[everyredlightonmemorylane]

"and the birds upon the wires and the telegraph poles they can always fly away from this rain and this cold" - Mark Knopfler

[everyredlightonmemorylane]

part 3

but it’s cold every morning

and the sky is so dark

wouldn’t ask for anything

if once 

just once

i could have it all