she pins stars to the ceiling of my dreams ☉ and makes milkshakes of meteor dust and moonshine ☉ in my day, she sleeps swaddled in a billowing blue counterpane of boundless reflection ☉ in my night, she dances a path to eternity ☉ leaving me breathless and in awe of her spiralling splendour
‘That is where my dearest and brightest dreams have ranged — to hear for the duration of a heartbeat the universe and the totality of life in its mysterious, innate harmony.’ - Hermann Hesse, Gertrude
Hit me with that difference between nodes and cores and processors, between being me and being sure. Tell me again how to calculate it, I missed the first time, don’t shout--
remind me the difference between comets and asteroids and meteors, and how computers and space are not the same because to me it’s all voids-- the Perseids could be anything as long as I get to watch something else burn as it falls.
If the galaxy came down in a tempest And all the stars fell in the rain I’d bottle up a supernova And send it off your way. Every morning during breakfast I’d drink the Milky Way And if ever the galaxy falls anew We can barricade the storm drains.
When we talk about meteor shower There are so many perspectives to look unto But there is one perspective that I really like And that is showing its brilliance In a very short time Yet it lingers to our hearts Jumping our souls up Deeply appreciating how beautiful night is
Be that kind of meteor shower in other people's lives Give a tiny spark in their lives In anyway you want And I assure you That person, Will appreciate how beautiful life is
Just a quick realization while watching meteor shower
Baby, we're a meteor and we killed the dinosaurs. We scorched the Earth and turned all that was into ash. Time has passed, and not much has changed. To this day, I find myself studying the fossils and wandering what could have been if we had landed smoothly.
I soar like a meteor directly into your heart but the closer I get, the more I begin to crumble and lose myself to you. Smaller and smaller until I'm but a pebble barely making a noise upon your window.
It was the middle of the night when the power went out. My body accustomed to an ambient electrical hum refused sleep. I got up, and you followed just like always. We walked to the top of the hill where we lived at the time We've moved four times since that night. We walked, your collar's gentle sonance conflicting with the silence. When we reached the peak we stood, our small world lit only by the moon. We beheld the great expanse of the shy quiet stars that usually hid behind the light pollution. The milky spill of a spiral galaxy, where we lay spinning on its periphery, backlit the countless trails of fire courtesy of the Perseids. And I thought there have been more nights without street lights than nights of human history. These flaming trails of ice and dust, these remnants of comets, would exist despite those of us lucky enough to bear witness that night the power went out.
To that time my dog and I watched the meteors alone in the middle of the night because all the lights were out.
The world has stopped spinning. God is going to toss a stone, And it is going to change everything. Change does not wait for anyone, And it is not going to wait for you. God is going to toss a stone, Watch it crush your bones.
Feed us to the maggot queen. We will carry her eggs, And when they hatch, They will eat the nest. There will be nothing left
The beasts of the forests, And the fowls of the air. Shall devour us.
The ***** of the earth, Shall be burnt in a devouring fire, And swallowed up by the earth's crust.
There will be nothing left of us.
If we continue to live like this, Then we are going to die like this!