Eternity stretches beyond forever in
the illusion of dust carried on a warm breeze into a wasteland. They
say the beginning is nothingness but it's an inadequate version of
the complete access of anything; but, what if, someone were to reach
out and say that in fact that was not quite true. That there was
everything, but instead of spread it was contained in the tiniest of
spaces, moving like angry insects buzzing for freedom without ever
understanding the desire to reach out and touch something? It could
be said the same of human nature sometimes; that grandeur desire that
comes from wanting something more
without ever genuinely understanding the why.
Though,
like the comparative nature of the human it decided to become
something more entirely.
Only it didn't gently reach the finger through the void to see what
may lay on the other side; it ruptured with the force that had held
it down so long ago in a violent cacophony that held no sound or
grand explosions of elements. It was it's eerie silence that corrupted
it's core- that lead its fingers spiraling out far beyond the reaches
it should have gone. The subtlety of presences divided that had been
so soon before completely united; an awareness not quite previously
mentioned because it was a single voice amongst literal millions and
had not before even understood singular thinking? Now that silence
was deafening; but more so, it was lonely. The first understanding of
desire and craving what it had tried so eagerly to escape from.
A
moments decision undoing of an uncountable measure of time before.
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