Please do not scorn my heart
because it flies
while in your earth
my cord and heritage lies
There is no legend here
that makes me stay
The tales and music call to me
and I stray
The strongest cord of memories
I'll ever make
one day when I am gone
you will then take
And guard until my footsteps
the earth and roots
and memories awake
I've not yet seen the greatness
of this land
but upon my return
The world has much to show me
and to give
but you, home, will be special
as long as I live
That morning seemed like any other, until Yaron came upstairs to breakfast in Mrs Malíková’s kitchen. In the kitchen everything turned upside down, because breakfast wasn’t ready, even though Mrs Malíková was sitting there, and seemed to have been sitting there for quite some time already. Yaron had no objections whatsoever against the nonexistent breakfast; many times, before he moved in here, had he prepared breakfast for himself and Mrs Malíková’s practice was in fact still embarrassing him after the three years. But there was something about Mrs Malíková which he fel
Because there's no snow anymore. And flowers begin to bloom.
Our cats are all confused now: my father had the bigger of the two spruce trees in our small garden cut down. It was becoming too big and completely shadowing our windows...
I expected to feel sorry for it; but I actually liked the smell of the freshly cut wood, and I know the wood will be used (probably just for heating, but still). So no, I don't feel sorry for the tree. Not even when I know it was probably as old as me. It's a bit strange without it, but it also feels... more free. It was really shadowing the whole garden.
And it's good to see blue skies in the morning when I
And I mean lots. Like something you'd normally only see in the mountains around these parts, and certainly not in my hometown. It makes me feel all warm and childish and mischievous inside. Perhaps we'll get stuck in the snow! :plotting:
Plus, I discovered the fantastic Good Omens fictions by Daegaer on livejournal daegaer.livejournal.com on Saturday evening, and I'm slightly overdosed by now. It is reflected in the influx of Good Omens pictures in my favourites... I need to buy that book. And some others, too. Which makes it complicated. Whatever. I'll enjoy the fan-fiction in the meantime. And I suggest you do the same.
I want to finish t
I sure want to add more little quotes to my list, and I will. But now I'd rather post this thing, which I take from Niphredill (https://www.deviantart.com/niphredill)'s journal, and she took it from someone else's... and it's quite an interesting questionnaire.
Do your ideas seem 'external'? Are you most often inspired by what you see?
Yes, they do. I do always need something internal in my ideas to make them work for me, but for me, it's usually not my emotions, it's more like something inexplicable that appeared in my mind out of nowhere. So, in my own view, almost all of my ideas are external: if I make something up completely and consciously only in my mind, it doesn't w
Tag a quality deviant, You’re it! Quality doesn’t mean that you have a lot of followers, or a lot of messages. It means that you’re nice to other people, and you deserve to be happy. If you get this message, someone is telling you that they love you as you are, and they don’t care how much followers you have. Send this to 10 deviants who deserve it. If you break the chain, nothing will happen. But it’s just good to let someone know that you love them! ♥ Written with love~