Dusk

My favorite time of all is dusk. I love the colors, and I love the feeling of calm that comes with the setting of the sun. The slip of time between day and night; when the city lights turn on like a million stars. Around each of those stars are planets; around each of those lights are people. Each person holds a thousand stories just waiting to be whispered like a bed-time lullaby. The indigo sky waiting for it's stars. It only stays a few minutes. The last twittering of the birds, the smell of a sweet rainy breeze. A gentle caress away from life; a rift in time. Timeless. My favorite time of all.

Sagittarius

So tired, I could almost fall asleep standing up. Like a horse. Centaur? Well, I am a Sagittarius.

Starduster

I never thought I would post this song, just because it's not one I listen to on a regular basis. I didn't like the tune at first, but because it was called 'Starduster', I listened to the whole thing. And I still didn't like it. But lately I've been listening to it, and it ate me up, bones and all. "No doubt I'm just drifting on this space dust forever." It's Miku Hatsune again, so sorry if you don't like her voice. It makes me feel so freakin' sad.

 

Here's a human cover I found by [seen Otaku(translate)] : Starduster

The ant(2) and the grasshopper, Shooting Stars

Hey, have you heard that story of the ant and the grasshopper? It's a story by Aesop.
And although I've read it and understood the moral, I still relive a different opinion, as I am. Usually.
The grasshopper didn't actually do anything wrong. Is it so wrong to sing?
And the ant didn't do anything wrong, either. But even though it will live a long time, what's the point if he will never sing? Never take a break, never being happy.
See, I think that although the grasshopper will die of hunger, that at least his life was like a shooting star. Isn't that why we watch for shooting stars? Because their life is short, but they grant wishes.
I don't need a long life, what I want is a life that can shine like that, even if it's only for a short while.

Somebody has to go Polish the stars

I really like poetry, and of course that means I like Shel Silverstein. I love all of his poems, but I actually think that the one I like the best is this one:

Somebody Has to

Somebody has to go polish the stars,
They're looking a little bit dull.
Somebody has to go polish the stars,
For the eagles and starlings and gulls
Have all been complaining they're tarnished and worn,
They say they want new ones we cannot afford.
So please get your rags
And your polishing jars,
Somebody has to go polish the stars.

-Shel Silverstein

Maybe I like this one so much because of my obsession with star things.