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On memories

Within that half second when the lips got closer, he strangely traveled through his memories way far than he should. Way beyond the day he met her, or even his own birth. He rewound humankind, the Earth, the Sun, the stellar dust by millennium-years.
He got to the beginning of it all.
From there, he remade all the random line of time, all the countless happenings, all infinity went through to result in him being there, with her.
They kissed. That indeed tasted like two universes colliding.

— e.lisitsa

On becauses

There is no perfection

nor balance

Because someone will always be higher

And my side will always be heavier

The hole in my heart is now so wide that any arrow will just pass through.

On arrows

— e.lisitsa

On the Sun

She left the school building after learning about the Sun, about how big and powerful it is, and how its existence made everything we are on Earth possible.
Then she raised her arm and reached for it. With just a single hand, the girl was capable of blocking it completely.
She felt herself the most powerful being on the universe.

— e.lisitsa

On marionettes

onpeople:

It comes to me all the time a strange emptiness emptier than the usual. That explains the companies — they don’t exist, but keep me company, like the memories.

You don’t suppress a memory, you don’t judge. Why? Simple, because it is just yours; if there’s another it isn’t a memory, but common sense. Agree in disagree. As I recall, by the way, only in alone time I do something that makes sense, being hard to disagree with me when I created the friend.

It’s this, yes, memory you create; created as fiction, because if you don’t doubt it — and why would you — there’s no difference. Then I assure, without a doubt, that in the shadow of my own memories I live accompanied, a crowd!

They all agree, like the great marionettes they are.

I rather fight for the others, knowing that someone will hold me when I fall back defeated, than fight for myself, and don’t see anyone by my side when I am victorious.

On fights

— e.lisitsa

And the silence inside the house was so dense that they spent the days cutting it in slices, one by one wrapped in plastic film. And with this silence they manufactured, by a complete lack of understanding between them both, they made their profit selling it out, tiny pieces left among the noise they pretended to exist. “This is all we have,” she used to say, and the buyer would like it envious, seeing a couple with a silence cut so thin for sale.

Unfinished lives #17

e.lisitsa

On colors

onpeople:

Incarnation #437:
"Mom, I want a pink dress!"
"Pink, honey? Pink isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a blue one, like Dorothy or Alice?"
Resigned, the girl accepted the blue dress.

Incarnation #438:
"I want a blue dress, mom."
"Blue, honey? Blue isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a pink one, like…

On colors

Incarnation #437:
"Mom, I want a pink dress!"
"Pink, honey? Pink isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a blue one, like Dorothy or Alice?"
Resigned, the girl accepted the blue dress.

Incarnation #438:
"I want a blue dress, mom."
"Blue, honey? Blue isn’t for girls. Don’t you want a pink one, like Barbie?"
The girl sighed, kicked the rack to the ground, and walked over the sea of pink dresses, screaming that she would only come back for another life when humans finally decide on something.

— e.lisitsa

@theuniversespeaks replied to your post: On dunes

Love this! I am very interested in change and people who either do or don’t embrace it.

Yeah there’s beauty in both, though the never changing ones are beatiful in kind of a sad nature-taking-over-ruins way. Few things are as inspiring as those which evoke some “what could have been” thoughts, but because they force us to move ourselves :) 

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