I’m constantly growing apart from everyone, and then I come around again. This is just how I am. I tend to disappear here and there. I’m a strange person with a strange mind. Few can get along with me.
Back in March, I was in the Arctic. Two friends and I were watching the stars on the pier of a frozen lake. Suddenly an aurora burst across the sky, like a curtain of green silk lifting above the world. Strands of frayed fabric floated across the sky. Spellbound, wordless, we walked over the ice, as if in a dream. The northern lights tinted the snow, faint green beneath the midnight blue night. I felt as if a spell was on me. We walked for an hour until the lights faded away.
This sounds like the dreams I have. Few things on earth captivate me as much as being in a state of such solitude, nothing but the snow/ice, stars and lights from aurorae to keep me company.
This isn't going to amount to the words from everyone else, but the only beautiful thing I could think to tell you is that your blog is absolutely amazing. Everything is so enchanting. I think your blog is one of the best blogs I have followed in such a long, long time.
You are very sweet. I am glad people are intrigued by this little corner of the internet I have created.
You are on tiptoe, the roof of your house trembling, praying it is strong enough to hold you up. You are talking a star out of falling, and getting nowhere. It wants a new life, one that does not involve poking its head head through the sky, even when it is tired, just to listen to the wishes of humans. You are stroking its face, hot with fury. You are telling it to move to a deeper part of the sky, where wishes never reach, but to survive, please, for the sake of the galaxy. It is inconsolable.
Bianca, your words are among the most beautiful my ears have heard. They never fail.
“And then this earth, this flat earth
came back, out of shimmering, brilliant depths -
unforeseen, like a wounded bird…”— from the poem ‘The Dark Blue Star’, via The Selected Works of Nikolai S. Gumilev (source)