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@loudlass
For our dearest Belly
"Belly Doesn’t Come Home Anymore (But I’m Still Waiting)"
Belly used to sleep on my chest; a small, steady weight; like my heart had learned to purr.
Her belly would rise and fall under my hand, soft as trust; like she chose me without ever saying it.
I thought that was enough. I thought that meant she was mine.
I thought it meant she would always come back.
But now she belongs to another house; another window; another set of hands that call her name and hear her come running.
I still leave the door a little open sometimes. Still listen for the scratch of her paws, that familiar, insistent meow that used to mean I’m home.
But the nights stay empty.
And I wonder if she sleeps the same way there; curled against someone else’s ribs, offering them the same soft belly, the same easy love she gave me without thinking twice.
Do they know how lucky they are?
Or is she just Belly to them; not the small universe she was to me.
I tell myself cats forget easily; that warmth is just warmth, that food is just food, that love is just wherever it is given.
I try not to take it personally. Cats are like that, they say; they go where they’re fed, where it’s warm, where it’s easy.
But it still feels like heartbreak.
Because she didn’t just leave; she replaced me without even knowing there was something to replace.
And I’m still here, missing a cat who doesn’t miss me back, holding a space on my chest that no longer has a name.
The nights are quieter now, but I keep pretending quiet means nothing has changed.
I still leave the door open sometimes; not because I think I should, but because somewhere in me still believes she might come back.
And the thing is, I’m still hoping you’ll come home.
Not loudly. Not like a miracle. Just like Belly used to; casual, certain, like you never left at all.
So I wait.
(“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” —Philippians 1:21)
note:
i didn’t opt for a more technical dance approach for this edit because i felt quick cuts captured the feeling better; they suited the mood in a way that polished transitions never could. while that made the final result less “neat” than intended—and i never got around to adding specific scenes, enhancing the coloring, or swapping the audio for a version without voiceovers—i’m still quite pleased with it. even with its imperfections, it carries the exact emotion i intended.
the ending does get a little sloppy, and i would definitely adjust it if i could get my hands on the draft again. sadly, my old hard drive failed before i could back anything up, and i no longer have access to the project files. it is incredibly frustrating to lose years of work, effort, and dedication—not just this edit, but my mixes, poems, poetry collection, books, music, graphics, and notes.
but maybe that’s a good thing. it ensures i won’t have a reason to return to editing—a chapter i’ve already ruled out for good. i have to completely let go of all of it now; otherwise, i know i’ll never be able to move forward.
anyway, this will have to do. i hope this song resonates with you as much as it did with me the first time i heard it. though this started as a spontaneous project, it ended up meaning a lot to me. if you look closely, you’ll realize that the longing—the search for meaning or purpose—is not limited to a romantic perspective. from a different standpoint, it’s about finding or yearning for someone you can truly dedicate your life to.
for me, that kind of love is agape—the kind that reflects the verse:
“For to me, to live is Christ, and to die is gain.” —Philippians 1:21
This is my personal take on "Say Something" by A Great Big World & Christina Aguilera. Happy listening! 🤍
This is a playlist that I’ve put together for my poem titled “A Vagabond’s Lament”
“a pink rose but love’s gone; who will bring flowers to a ghost?”
(“I Wish You Love” by Rachael Yamagata playing in the background)
old writing prompt: neon hoodie and feelings
This edit was originally created in 2012, during the “Renaissance” of the multifandom edit, and includes my original writing below. I’d love to hear your thoughts and reflections. Enjoy!
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"Many wonder what it would be like for our eyes to see right through one’s soul in search of flawed beauty, with no regard for how tainted one can be. Would it be revered or loathed if our eyes saw beneath the skin that hides our entirety, if, for some, it were nothing but empty? Do we have to be afraid of what our vessels reveal when each scar from every wound is shown? To whom can we bare our souls' nakedness among the camouflaged? as we strip down our own facades?"
Listen to He is Love (Parachute Va - She is Love Acoustic Cover) by Christine MD A #np on #SoundCloud
This is my take on Parachute VA's "She Is Love"
"My North Star; My Moral Compass"
background song: "North Star" by SABAI & Hoang (ft. Casey Cook)
“Home at Sea” was written as a tribute to the sea-born trio of District 4: Mags, Annie Cresta, and Finnick Odair.
The song is structured to honor their individual journeys: the first stanza reflects Mags’ quiet endurance and final sacrifice; the second captures Annie’s fragile, ethereal resilience; and the third explores the hidden depths and sought-after freedom of Finnick.
The chorus serves as the heartbeat of the piece, inspired by the "Odesta" love story; a promise of sanctuary and a reminder that, even amidst the wreckage of the Games, they found their home in one another.
-- Lyrics:
(Mags):
Some weights are good to carry
Yet not even time’s passing
Could relieve her from life’s burden
Only to death’s door readied her walking
(Annie Cresta):
Some broken minds are a beauty,
Sinking deep into madness,
Holding on to a rope tied to another soul,
Until the waves calm; souls on shore, hearts bound
(Finnick Odair):
Some souls find refuge in the sea,
All secrets drowned,
From chains of the powerful and tragedy,
Breaking free
Refrain:
We’ll find our home at the sea
We’ll be free
We’ll find our home at sea
We’ll be free
We’ll find our home at sea
Chorus:
Stay with me
You don’t need to worry
Take my hand
And hold onto me
You and I will be home
Home at sea
You and me
Stay with me
You don’t need to worry
Take my hand
And hold onto me
You and I’ll be home
Home at the sea
note:
What makes “𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬 𝐄𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬” such a fitting tracklist title is that both music videos share that post-apocalyptic vibe. It almost feels like a sin not to put them together.
I stayed quiet, hoping silence would make me easier to love.