For eons, we’ve been like this.
Striving for ways to go faster. To do things better. What used to take us centuries now only take a few minutes. With the help of our machines, we can speed things up. Skip through time. We can cheat the system. Grow crops in days. Cook food in seconds.
Reach the stars.
That’s what we were always clambering for. To be able to walk other planets. Rove through asteroid belts. Brush against the stars. Going fast—moving at the speed of light—that was the only way to achieve that.
And we did.
Centuries ago, we did.
And it wasn’t enough.
It’ll never be enough.
We always have to go faster.
Sometimes, I think it’d just be nice to…
Turn the power off.
Slow down a little.
Drift. Continue reading “Drift”
“It’s falling apart.”
“It’s always been falling apart.” As I walk away from the glass dome, I poke him in the head, doing my best to smile as I call him, “silly goose.”
And then, I feel it.
The ship gets rocked with the blast. With fire cracking tectonic plates to bits. Crumbling lives, calling for rescue. A million things left behind.
I feel the shockwave. Tremors of love and loss. Of desperation and pain. Of joy.
Beneath the glass dome of the ship, he stands and watches as it happens, and I can’t blame him for not looking away.
The world beneath us burns. Continue reading “When We Fall Apart”
I hear your name, whispered against the dark waning moon.
It calls to me.
Spurs me onward, encourages me.
I dive in.
That swirling abyss that brings me to stars. That brings nebulas to their knees. That cracks the very foundation of Jupiter, itself.
I dive into that darkness. That depth.
And I expect to see nothing.
Nothing but you. Continue reading “Marvel”
They say there are quite a few types of love. A handful of ways in which our bonds to people are forged, what they mean, how we respond to them. People are strange, and all of us are very different, you see. And so, although you may connect to one person a certain way, it’s almost a sure thing that you won’t connect to another person the same. Because, with one person, you’ve been through one thing. A very unique, very different experience. As you live your life, you never replicate your experiences—it’s impossible. And, even more impossible, is replicating those situations, and the people your with, and their reactions. Especially if you place a new person in an unfamiliar situation.
What I mean is:
We’re all different. And, in our differences lies our experiences. And in those experiences lies different people as well. Different reactions to those experiences.
And so, the cycle churns onward. Forging bonds from these differences—personality, and character, and experience, and self—all of them meshing together to create these different relationships. Tethers that vary from person to person, in type and strength and importance.
And every moment—every difference that’s added or subtracted—is more than what we are.
Moment to moment, person to person, it all makes a difference.
Every moment we share counts.
It all matters.
Every moment counts. Continue reading “More Among The Stars”
“How can you be sure that that’s the right path?”
When she asks, her eyes are focused far off. Lingering in the dark. Clinging to the blank spots in space that neither of us can see into. That neither of us—her, with her newfound knowledge, and me, with my vast experiences—can see into.
We are blind out there in those places.
Tucked between the stars.
The darkness that those places are purveying.
But not winning.
Not if you don’t want it to.
That’s what I can see in her eyes as she looks. Not curiosity. Not wonder.
I shake my head at her. Already, she has made a critical error.
You don’t look between the stars for knowledge.
You look there for guidance. Continue reading “The Stellar Path”
“Do you know why I brought you here?”
One minute, I was in my room, sulking. And now, I’m somewhere else.
Somewhere else entirely.
The stars shine beneath my feet. Like standing on a glass aquarium, only, instead of sharks, there are millions of fires burning. Lights that flicker and don’t fade. That burst, but don’t explode. A brightness that I can’t describe, that shines brightly like a thousand suns to create a million rainbows to light up a thousand thunder storms. It’s the top of the world, the mouth of heaven. A place anyone would be mystified by.
But I still don’t know where “it” is.
Or why I’m here.
So I shake my head at the man. The man who had the funny markings on his face. The white-hot glowing eyes. That angelic smile.
That angelic smile that looks so accepting. So knowing.
“Let me show you,” he says.
Honestly, I don’t know how he can show me anything at all.
It’s far too bright here. Continue reading “Star Collision”
I didn’t want this. Not a single drop.
But here it is, crashing down on me.
I tried my best. I did. With all my power, I did everything I could to avoid this. To make a different outcome. I stretched my hands out to the river and pulled with all my might.
But, I’m not Hercules.
The river didn’t flinch.
And the water rushed on, ignoring my pleas.
Denying me any help at all.
And as it rushed on, it brought me to my knees. Because it meant a lot of things, but one hit me particularly hard.
This herculean task just wasn’t meant for me.
Continue reading “One-Way Mirror”
Pantings are so easily accepted. The marring of canvas so readily displayed as art. Reds and blues and purples and blacks. Hundreds of colors, mimicking life. All of it considered a masterpiece.
Why is the scarring of a canvas so readily accept, yet we reject our owns scars as art? Continue reading “Scar Marks”
“Absolute power corrupts absolutely”.
I’ve heard it before.
Do I think it’s real? That it’s a solid saying? That it’s founded in truth?
Yes I do.
I wouldn’t be here if I believed otherwise. Wouldn’t be fighting for this cause. Wouldn’t risk my life for it.
If I didn’t believe in that saying, I wouldn’t be standing behind him.
And he wouldn’t be standing at all. Continue reading “Overpower, Love”
There was a king who reached the stars.
That’s how the fairytale goes.
There isn’t much more detail than that, I’m afraid. Just that there was a king who went out into the woods one day, struck up a deal with a god, and then reached the stars.
And I’ve always thought it was strange.
Why not mention which god? Or what the deal was about? Why keep so much of the story hidden? Why keep it secret?
Because then others would try to repeat it.
Wouldn’t they? Continue reading “Bridge the Stars”