- last post: 01.01.0001 12:00 AM PDT
Well well well... it's been a while, Ex. Let's see...
My take (with hopefully forgivable inaccuracy):
Things of beauty in life, though seeming surreal, untouchable, immortal, are at a closer glance fragile, whithering, inevitably dying... Even if it requires pain, the best course we have is to embrace the beauty while it lasts, for anything worth loving is worth dolor.
And here's mine:
"Home"
Where does the flame run
When the fire dies to mud?
Why does the star you gaze upon
Draw a cold thrill to your blood?
Who is the master of your dreams
That spins our every thought...
Left in devices untamed, unseen,
Designing our battles unfought?
What sweeter road lies there within
Or without, but the road to home?
Would you rather know the ruthless wild,
Or behold the green fields sown?
Well, without that growth, and pain inlaid,
We have no path, no future made.
Yet who ventures forth without a rest,
Nor place we call our own?
Not wandering is traveling called
'Till we leave the place we've grown.
We must have a start, a vantage lost,
For without the basis, sans the cost,
We may never know the pleasure
To behold, long past the pain,
The world of grace and wonder
You may call the home you gain.
-Dolorous
I have many more, but I thought this fit the theme better than some of the others. Ah well. PM me if you like, Ex. I probably won't be able to check back in time to see more of this thread. Farewell for now.