Hold my hand against the crashing waves, through the howling winds, and across the plains of gold. Step with me to the song that resonates from within the cage of my chest.
Everyone told him that studying would make him smarter. They said that it would help him understand concepts he could not yet grasp.
So he studied. He studied very hard.
He studied the twitching limbs and curling fingers. He studied the way the bodies curled inwards, away from the gleaming metal. He studied the way blood ran so similar to their tears.
He observed like in science class. He repeated his experiments, over and over. And when he still could not understand, he began to broaden his observations.
He started listening. To the screaming and the begging, the crying and the desperate pleas. But nothing, not a stir.
He watched as they slowly awoke, their looks running from confusion to horror at the sight of blood and rotting corpses – the failed experiments – that littered the room. Faces were, he realized, very strong indicators of emotions. They twisted and contorted in an acrobat of expression. But stronger still, he found, were the eyes. They showed their fear, their pain, and for some, in the end, their resignation. He kept those ones in a jar, but they had lost their emotions once he had removed them from the body. He could not understand why.
He also touched. Touched their shivering limbs, their quaking bodies, their warm blood, their cold corpses. But it gave him none of the answers he sought. He learned only that they became quick to shy away from him when he approached, wriggling like bugs trapped in a spider’s web. Their chains would shake, clinking, but they were unable to flee as his hands drained them of their lives.
Finally he tasted. First their blood, for it was the same colour as his own, and he knew that all humans were made of the same materials. But it was metallic and nothing more. Then he tasted their tears, for they always cried when they felt strong emotions. They were salty, and it reminded him of the ocean’s devastation. But these people were small and weak and very soon they stopped crying and stopped moving at all.
A monster, they called him, but he could not understand. For he and they were all the same. Blood and limbs and beating hearts. So why did they spend their lives smiling and crying, while he wandered the days never needing to shift his expression and never able to create tears? It was something that puzzled him greatly.
He still, he figured, had much to learn. And studying, he hoped, would provide him with the answer.
Been busy, as usual. Haven’t been writing as much as I was hoping I’d be able to. I do have a short horror flash that I’ll be posting before the end of the month, though. In time for Halloween!
In the meantime, here’s a quick sketch and painting I did. Sketch paper and watercolour. Around 10 minutes.
Another fantastic song by Anoushka Shankar and Norah Jones. They have such a wonderful connection despite their completely different styles. Being half-sisters undoubtedly helps, but they’re both so musically talented in their own respects, and create such beauty.
More uplifting than the other one I posted, it’s a wonderful way to start the day and settle down at my desk with tea and a fresh mind ready to write.
We are painted by time. Our souls the brushes guided by the hours and days and years. Our wrinkles, our scars, strokes of paint the colour of life.
Art that lasts the fleeting forever of our lifetimes.
As we age, we lose our obsession with perfection, and allow time to paint its abstract beauty. For we all lie down to the rhythm of the clock.
The rainy season has started. The weekend was gorgeous, though, which was a wonderful treat. Slowly getting back into the groove of things. My schedule is finally back to normal, but it’s taking a while to recover. But I’m getting there.
Perfect for the chilly rainy fall days and some hot tea and writing, this song lets you sit back and breathe deeply. Nod your head along. Tap your fingers. And enjoy the tapping of rain against the window.
The sun shone through the window, a ghost of motes and silver dust, swirling with the despair of a wandering spirit.
I recently read an article about homes that remain unoccupied for years, left to slowly rot away.
There’s something so resonating about it. Something that keeps me listening over and over again. Beautifully melancholic in the depths of her voice. The pure emotion in her voice touches the heart in such profound ways.
A duet accompanied only by a guitar. Voices lift the music along with the soul.
Work continues to be insanely busy. Any spare time I have is spent trying to relax.
I’ve posted some of her music before, but here is another one that I love. Her voice is soothing and sweet and it’s so easy to get lost in her music. Her rendition of this classic Chinese song is wonderful.
Mischa Maisky is one of my favourite cellists, and I absolutely adore his version of Bach’s Cello Suites. Definitely worth having a CD copy of it. You can find the full playlist on youtube, as well. An older recording, I believe, but a marvellous one. I love the deep, rich cello tones, and the feeling he puts into his music.
Also I promise to reply to your comments soon! I have been rather overwhelmed with work these days. My apologies!
“Yes, you may play.” She watched her daughter run off. “But be careful, okay?” She called the words to ears that would hear, but could not yet truly comprehend. So she spoke them like a blessing. A prayer.
First of all, I want to say a great big thank you to everyone who gave me music recommendations! I really appreciate all of your help! I’m slowly working my way towards rebuilding my music library! I look forward to going through all of the artists and songs you posted!
This is a piece that I always go back to in my youtube playlist. A phenomenal cellist, and phenomenal piece. Simply gorgeous.
She saw it in her dreams. Only the stars provided life to the shadows that clung to its form. It was staring out over the lands like a king. But no howl would it answer. Instead it lowered its ears and slinked away as if chastised.
How she wished it would revert, back to its proud stance, beautiful even in its solitude. But it withdrew in exile, never to join in the calls of the others.
She longed to feel its fur bristle beneath her fingers. See its eyes sharpen upon her, perhaps seeing her as prey, or perhaps, though she knew it to be impossible, seeing her as a familiar presence.
Over forests she reached, but it remained just beyond her fingertips, no matter how hard she strained.
And she would wake, tears in her eyes, as it turned from her and faded away. Just a dream, tangible only in her heart.
Very loosely based on a dream I had.
So normally on Mondays I share music that I’ve been listening to throughout the week.
But my external hard drive, where I stored all my music, completely died. And of course, being very smart, I did not back it up anywhere else.
So I lost basically all of my music.
Since I’ve been so busy, I haven’t had the time to rip any CDs or find any new music.
So today, instead of sharing music with you all, I was hoping I could get music recommendations!
My iTunes is empty, and I would love to listen to what you all like! I’m taking this chance to cleanse and revamp my music selection.
Songs, artists, massive lists, I’ll take it all!
I’m not picky about genre or style, so please don’t hold back.
Your recommendations are much appreciated!