fey-of-the-fire

[fey-of-the-fire]

Who needs a fancy title, look at this thing I made

You clasp hands together like they might be torn apart, like your rapture might be broken, snapped like twigs in the wind were you to let go.

You pray, you beg for a miracle, for the saints to sing your body mended, for their tears to brush your skin like rain and bring forth fresh flowers and healing bruises.

It is granted with the rumble of earth that shakes your unsteady footing, and your fingers break their lock, but only for a moment.

Only for a moment you tell yourself, an inconsequential, inconsiderable, blind little moment.

And you thank your god with the silver tongue you were raised into, not born with.

In the deep of the earth, in the wet salt dark, something hears your thank yous.

A god answered.

But it was the wrong one.

~ Origional work owned by Fey_of_the_fire blog <3

[fey-of-the-fire]

the lesson of the moth

by Don Marquis

i was talking to a moth the other evening he was trying to break into an electric light bulb and fry himself on the wires

why do you fellows pull this stunt i asked him because it is the conventional thing for moths or why if that had been an uncovered candle instead of an electric light bulb you would now be a small unsightly cinder have you no sense

plenty of it he answered but at times we get tired of using it we get bored with the routine and crave beauty and excitement fire is beautiful and we know that if we get too close it will kill us but what does that matter it is better to be happy for a moment and be burned up with beauty than to live a long time and be bored all the while so we wad all our life up into one little roll and then we shoot the roll that is what life is for it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty our attitude toward life is come easy go easy we are like human beings used to be before they became too civilized to enjoy themselves

and before i could argue him out of his philosophy he went and immolated himself on a patent cigar lighter i do not agree with him myself i would rather have half the happiness and twice the longevity

but at the same time i wish there was something i wanted as badly as he wanted to fry himself

[fey-of-the-fire]

Inspiration dies when determination does;;

It's easy to sink into the depression of a situation, and let passion fall to the way side. Even previous coping mechanisms can be lost on you as you move through the tests life gives you.

What used to be thousand word writing sessions are dry wells stacked with musty and rotting wood; What used to bring me comfort, something I loved is something I avoid like the other troubles I try to drown out.

But my happiness is dull without it, and so I will persist. This blog is the beginning of me rededicating myself to what I know I'm meant to do--stupid stories to brilliant ones, in it's eventuality.