The knack to flying is throwing yourself at the ground and missing.

You tell me you love me, but I’m not sure you know what love is, or how fast it flies, or how much it resembles a UFO, or what kind of weapon you’d use to shoot it down.

Hope is a thing with feathers.

The moment you doubt whether you can fly, you cease for ever to be able to do it.

Do you love him?"
Deryn swallowed, then pointed at the screen. "He makes me feel like that. Like flying."

I don't know what's going on
Mostly cause you don't tell me.
Really, people don't tell me things;
And it bothers me.
In case you haven't noticed,
I like knowing things.

I can tell you how to hold yourself on stage so you have presence.
I can tell you what the third derivative of of the position of a car is, and what it means.
I can tell you how to make people want to do what you want them to.
I can make music that sounds like sadness, or anger, or unadulterated joy.
I can make you feel strong, or ashamed, or beautiful.

And you know what else I know?

All of this means jack-****.
Because I can't help you.
Any of you.
None of you will let me.
Frankly I wouldn't know how.

But, you have a new ring,
And you have a new tattoo,
And you have a new scar,
And you have a lying problem,
And you probably have a drug problem.

I can't help.
I don't know how.

Some of will read this, some of you won't.
It doesn't really matter.
I don't think you know who are,
In both senses.

I don't know who I am either.

I doubt you do.
I mean, know me or you.

I think the first thing is,
Know thyself.

So let the rain come down
Like a waterfall
In a world that's older than time

Two beings met there
In the rain soaked world
And the Music plays her song

And the melody
Was a symphony
But the Magic listens well

He hears and he laughs
And he falls in love
He's too late to save his soul

And the Music plays
And she sings and seduces
She an actress far too well

But the Magic,
He's learnt a trick or two
He's diced with the devil hi'self

And he's fast as the wind
And slick as a sigh
He might play a tune or two

So the Magic and the Music
Oh how they twist and they turn
Not such a match in Heaven or Hell

And she skips to his beat
And he sweeps to her tune
They can match any paradise you choose

But they speed and they rush
Start to lose control
It's more than any mortal can bear

And they turn and they twist
Round and round they spin
Getting faster as they go

And they start to melt
Like a sunset sky
From the world that's older than time

And just before the Music stops
And the Magic crumbles down

They weave with each other
Each become the other

And they whisper to the world
That's older than time

But mostly just to themselves:



I


                                            ­                  love                  

          

                        *you
  





But so softly that it's lost
To the wind

This isn't a poem or a story this is stream of consciousness baby a dangerous thing cause you might drown and you might get bored but I am arrogant as hell and I believe to the souls of my feet that I am a glittery gleaming river of crystal and fire cause that's a soul baby and we are made of the square root of energy-over-the-speed-of-light the same stuff as stars and God's breath and hot **** that's a wonderful thing that we are alive darlin we are alive so take a deep breath cause when's the last time you did that I'm looking at you love and I like what I see you're a pretty nice guy really though implying a question sorry dear but you know we don't really talk and why is that oh yeah we are surrounded in practically prison by busybodies guards again sorry dears but you know it's true and is that the reason or is it that we have nothing to say empty like an old cocoon butterfly's fluttered by and that's really what I'm hanging like a small winter coat on I'm getting slightly dusty musty so come and wipe me off I want to see if we can have an actual conversation I know basically nothing about you except you like Moby **** and you can dance both of which I gotta admit are major pros but I know that being young handsome and pleasant to be with are bad reasons to love someone thanks to Nellynicole are you Heathcliff dear lord I hope not he is such a bore according to the Cardplayer although he was a joker lets not kid ourselves here but  come on he's related to Liesel and she loved Rudy and that was good and right and terrible and tragic and heartbreaking and oh god Rudy why did you die sobbing over you I loved you like a friend a brother a lover and you aren't even real so why am I hung up over YOU?!