davinci

...and all i wanted was to tell my stories

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  • davinci 1w

    set the universe ablaze with the tempest inside you
    watch it raze from the centre of your flames
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  • davinci 1w

    aurora - Roman goddess of the dawn; equivalent of the Greek Eos. Sister of Luna and Sol.

    #incthoughts
    #katuata
    #wod
    #aurora

    5/7/7

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    as moon plays moonlight
    as stars grace divine starlight
    we dance to aurora's glow
    ©davinci

  • davinci 1w

    sitting in the corner of a round table
    i question silence's grace
    i remember her mistruths
    i kiss her silhouette
    all while her pirouette,
    draws blood
    ©davinci

  • davinci 1w

    sitting in the corner of a round table....
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  • davinci 1w

    W: why do stories end, little lamb?
    L: beauty fades dear wolf, that is why it is beautiful

    #incthoughts
    #stories
    #end
    #kindredvoices

    @heartsease

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    October knew, of course, that the action of turning a page, of ending a chapter or of shutting a book, did not end a tale. Having admitted that, he would also avow that happy endings were never difficult to find: "It is simply a matter," he explained to April, "of finding a sunny place in a garden, where the light is golden and the grass is soft; somewhere to rest, to stop reading, and to be content.

    : Neil Gaiman, Sandman

  • davinci 3w

    excerpt from My Sisters Keeper by Jodi Picoult

    If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

    Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didn't, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the daytime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness.

    The moon did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left.


    #incthoughts
    #stories
    #wod
    #stars#moon

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    stories we read
    draw from the ethereal and the infinite
    and impart on us the joys and sorrows
    the struggles and triumphs
    the heartaches and laughter
    of true free souls
    ©davinci

  • davinci 7w

    KINDRED VOICES: THE LAMB AND THE WOLF

    W: lamb, tell me a story.
    L: there was once a pale man with dark hair, who was very lonely.
    W: why was he lonely?
    L: all things must meet this man, so.. they shunned him.
    W: did he.. chase them all?
    L: he took an axe and split himself in two. right down the middle.
    W: so he would always have a friend?
    L: so he would always have a friend.
    L: what do all stories have in common, dear wolf?
    W: they end
    ©davinci

  • davinci 7w

    KINDRED VOICES: THE LAMB AND THE WOLF

    W: i see water!
    L: they are called tears.
    W: is this what it feels like to end?
    L: i do not know, for this is not our end
    L: are you there dear wolf?
    W: i am, little lamb.
    L: are you sad?
    W: i am.
    L: what does it feel like?
    W: a long hunt with no kill.
    ©davinci

  • davinci 15w

    take this soul
    preserve its demise

    #incthoughts
    #end
    #wod

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    i set out to find the universe within myself
    only to lay impoverished: before the empyrean gates
    broken and bleeding
    and so cold
    ©davinci

  • davinci 15w

    A dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.
    —OSCAR WILDE, 1888

    #incthoughts
    #myth
    #wod

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    those who dream with open eyes

    we who rapturously await the crepuscule,
    know that Apollo rests his steeds to Diana's ascent
    and the sunset emanates from the awakening of the kingdom of night
    ©davinci