Tiny little
soft things spread all across their cold
blue world. I watch them from far beyond their
weak sight, outside their understanding of
space and time. So fragile and brief they seem, a little piece of the
universe that is so frail and delicate, so easy to
hurt.
So simple it would be to make them
stronger, to bring them from their weeping childhood into the full
blossom of the
cosmos. I could expand their little heads with all the
terrible secrets they close their eyes to, force their faces towards
the blinding truths, and show them that I want them to see, to throw off their blinders.
So simple it would be to turn them from
carbon to
diamonds, to make their simple reactions into something
permanent,
unbreakable and
dire. The handful of sand that would become a
beautiful pearl, a billion souls bright. It intrigues me beyond words that this seems so possible, to stop them from being so
weak.
Perfection... that's all that they can be for me, because it is all that is
important. So many lives lived in slow withering loops, robbed of their true
potential. I can show them the truest, sweetest form, the elegant path of all life.
They are but a
dream, I suppose, that one day will no longer be such a thing, a
snowflake. When they are gone, when they have wrecked this
little world... I want to be that damning voice that
curses the universe for breaking what it most needed, a little
imperfection, for no other reason than to show that in all things, there is an undying drive for
chaos.
Their tiny hearts will
ache tonight, though they have no real pain of their own... if they could only see the majesty of everything that
grinds against them, those weary dreamy little humans who just need someone to shape them (even the ones who can't ever be fixed).
inspirato via hamster bong.