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Oct. 14th, 2011 11:22 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thisisnomythBefore she left, she taught us how to make pretty things. She taught us how to take our time and put our hearts into it. She taught us that, if we put more care into what we do, they’ll be more attracted to it.
So we make pretty things in honor of her, our mother, our queen. We decorate the world with glittering oceans and flowers that spring forth from the ground. We put clouds in the sky and hills on the land. We put life there for her, in honor of her, and we hope she’ll like it.
And we do little things too, smaller and smaller as the world grows up. Those who live there are so busy making things themselves, streets and cities and modern life. We don’t know who they’re making it for, if they have a mother they’re missing or are doing it for each other, doing it because we made the world too big and now they’re just trying to get a handle on it.
We don’t know.
But we make small thing snow. Pretty bottles, and ivy wrapping around windows. We make spider webs and vines and sunsets over the ocean. We make constellations, because the people seem to ahve forgotten how to see pictures in the sky, and we make stones that look like rainbows.
And we make other things too, pictures of their modern world, we try and make it look nice for them. It’s hard, we don’t; always understand it, but we try.
And we’ll be doing it until there’s no more world left, or until our mother comes home and we can show her everything we’ve done.
So we make pretty things in honor of her, our mother, our queen. We decorate the world with glittering oceans and flowers that spring forth from the ground. We put clouds in the sky and hills on the land. We put life there for her, in honor of her, and we hope she’ll like it.
And we do little things too, smaller and smaller as the world grows up. Those who live there are so busy making things themselves, streets and cities and modern life. We don’t know who they’re making it for, if they have a mother they’re missing or are doing it for each other, doing it because we made the world too big and now they’re just trying to get a handle on it.
We don’t know.
But we make small thing snow. Pretty bottles, and ivy wrapping around windows. We make spider webs and vines and sunsets over the ocean. We make constellations, because the people seem to ahve forgotten how to see pictures in the sky, and we make stones that look like rainbows.
And we make other things too, pictures of their modern world, we try and make it look nice for them. It’s hard, we don’t; always understand it, but we try.
And we’ll be doing it until there’s no more world left, or until our mother comes home and we can show her everything we’ve done.