Hergest Ridge

Names

Little spells with the power to make a heart soar;
Little curses with the sinew to bleed a heart barren.

Reprinted from Slate Magazine.

“Kill all my demons and my angels might die too.“
 
Whereas some sayings fade in the heart through time, their ability to move diminished, for me this one continues to grow, teach, and shine ever brighter. Using but a few words it reminds me of the beauty of gray, and the high price of perfection we seldom can afford and yet often continue to attempt finance.
 
The things we accept into our lives all need to meet a very specific criteria, and quite often we’re ready to let pass anything different. Through picking apart everything into individual pieces and qualities, we end up missing the experience of something complete and full; we strive to kill each last imperfection – each demon – failing to notice that often the dark parts are what helps hold the whole together.
 
Let some demons live, so that angels might still have a sense of purpose and resolve. Let them live, for many are an indispensable part of all things living and aware.
 
Chassez le naturel, il revient au galop.

She reminds me of the one in school, When I was cuttin’
She was dressed in white
And I couldn’t take my eyes off her, But that’s not what I took off that night
She’ll never cover up what we did with her dress, no
 
She said kiss me, It’ll heal, But it won’t forget
Kiss me, It’ll heal, But it won’t forget
 
And I don’t mind you keepin’ me, On pins and needles
If I could stick to you, And you stick me too
 
Don’t break, Don’t break my heart
And I won’t break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl, You should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high
 
She reminds me of a one I knew, That cut up the negatives of my life
I take my hands off her, She wouldn’t let me be anywhere but inside
And I don’t mind you keepin’ me, On pins and needles
If I could stick to you, And you stick me too
 
Don’t break, Don’t break my heart
And I won’t break your heart-shaped glasses
Little girl, little girl, You should close your eyes
That blue is getting me high, And making me low