Deep Thoughts by the Artist Now Known as Faggot

Dont-Hate-Me's picture

A famous painter, Vincent Van Gogh once said, that he had a problem with, dare he say it, religion. And then he would go out and paint the stars. And he leaves us to wonder, what he means by “paint the stars”. Was he painting a reflection of the stars onto a canvas for others to see and enjoy. Or was he referring to those little stars that go unnoticed. Is it not these stars…these beautiful stars, these gleaming, shining stars that mean the most? I am of course speaking of the stars within us all. The little things that make us a night sky, the canvas for others to dream on and for others to try and mimic on their own canvas. Mimic us that is, if we are thought to be worth mimicking. And if we are these “Night Sky’s” , these canvases, then what be the stars? The stars are what make each and every one of us a different sky. They are the small indents, the originalities and imprints on our beings that make us our own. These stars are, in reality, a notch on our souls. Never leaving, never fixed, never forgotten marks on us that define the person that is displayed on these canvases. Though these marks will never disappear, we should rejoice for them though we do not. We should be glad for our markings that make us different, but we don’t. We should indeed be proud of the way we are given our distinction from others. But society, and the way we look at ourselves and others, has made us want to cleanse ourselves of these differences. Society would have us wipe our souls clean, and therefore, destroying our beautiful night sky’s…destroying them if not hiding them to never be seen again by the hundreds of millions who would smile upon their wondrous brilliance. Hide them away, to never inspire us to write or sing or, even paint ever again. Society has done this. Society has forced us to want to hide our sky’s. But I still see them. In the eyes of the children, I find a wonderful night sky. In the eyes of the writer, in the eyes of a painter, and in the eyes of all who express who they are to the world openly…I see it in them as well. And in times like rite now, I see it in myself. I look at my writings, and I see my sky. I see a brilliance that lays misunderstood. And I see many stars that are being hidden. My originalities are being forced back into their darkness and are hidden from the world to see. I see this in myself. And I frown at myself for it. But I soon find a smile appear as I gaze at my night sky. For there are some stars shining. They are dim, but no star really dies. Some may lay dormant in a sleep, but none ever die. Your originalities will remain there. Your STARS will remain there. Your marks, your notches, your curves and loops and turns…they’re all always there. And I can see them within you. They are wanting to shine. I can even hear them calling out to you. I hear them chanting your name like a crowed demanding their champion, or a burning city calling out their hero to come and find and save them. They are yearning to come out of you. And whatever it is that’s holding them and you back…whether it be a suit or another person’s expectation, or even society itself, it isn’t’ worth it to remain dimmed by these things. Every person deserves to shine. Every sky needs its time to be wondered at. In my dreams I see a world where every sky, every single one of them gets to be presented to the world and given the chance to show off their lustrous beauty to the world. Every sky’s star will be noticed and commended for its brilliance on how it shines, and how it makes that sky a wondrous addition to the world. But when I wake, I weep tears for those poor, poor stars. Those originalities and talents that will never be realized by those who need them to brighten their path. Because that’s what originalities….that’s what STARS do. They brighten paths in the night, in that dreaded black night, stars are there to brighten the way for all who need the guidance. They make it more enjoyable to travel in this night time, in the time we need it most…that truly is the night time isn’t it? When it’s dark, and you’re alone, the stars are still there to keep you company. And when you turn away from your stars, they go dim, but like I said, they will never truly die. And so you may, and happily do so, turn to your stars in the night. You may smile upon them and watch as they twinkle back. And it is at this time, when you are tried harder than ever before, do your stars shine the brightest. Perhaps this is why Vincent Van Gogh painted the night sky so well, because of his trying life perhaps he found it easier to paint the sky he new best, the night sky, but not just the night sky. But HIS night sky. So…so then maybe when we run into trouble, that is when we should smile the most. Because we know, that as we enter this time of need, and as we find ourselves in these retched grips of the night…we should smile. For this is the time that our stars shine the brightest. So when someone asks when the stars shine the brightest…you tell them that they shine when the nights are their darkest. And when the nights are darkest…that is when we paint.

Your thoughts?
Sammy

Comments

jeff's picture

Hmm...

Didn't get through it, needs some paragraph breaks.... seemed interesting until then, though.

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"Wanting to be someone else is a waste of the person you are." - Kurt Cobain

625539's picture

Hey, first off, paragraphs,

Hey,
first off, paragraphs, please. that was a really good piece of writing but the wall-of-text feel of it turned me off... just saying, put paragraphs breaks next time, more people will be inclined to read...
either way, i read the whole thing, and i agree with what you're trying to say, and i think alot of people here can relate. everyone deserves to shine and to have their own light...
and everyone, no matter what they've done or where they're from, has atleast a little of that inside of them. sometimes it's buried really deep, but it's there.
anyways... your text here reminded me of two songs :
Boats & Birds by Gregory Hawk :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hmbi_Q5e38I
Vincent by Don McLean :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dipFMJckZOM
mainly because of the references to night skies, stars, and Van Gogh.

elph's picture

You Know...

...don't you? You can still go back an edit with paragraphs. That, at least, would make it readable!