I probably won’t be able to look forward to summer for a long time. My chest will hurt. My tears will be overflowing. But this warmth in my hands and these summer memories will live on in my heart. So let’s go…let us go ♥
Atticus sat on a particularly large stone, gazing down into the lake, smiling. He reached down and touched the surface to create a pattern of ripples. In response, from the silt and gloom, a black-hued creature, vaguely human in shape, arose. Large, pupil-less green eyes peered up. With a smile full of sharp, pearlescent teeth, the creature playfully bit at the surface, as if inviting Atticus to reach down again.
“I am so proud of you,” the villain said. “How many heroes have you caught with your lady of the lake routine this month?”
The monster made signaled ‘7’, winked, and swam away.
“So proud,” Atticus murmured, mostly to himself, watching the waters settle, the algae soak in the last of the dying sun’s light. Fireflies and will-o-wisps rose from the lake and surrounding forest before he left.
it’s dark and we’re chasing fireflies. our minds buried in the sounds of the forest. trying to remember how to be whole again –
as if our molecules reassembled together from our ashes hacking quantum mechanics on checkerboard floors. there is no such thing as matter; it’s all empty space and frequencies, and what are we but sparks of divine light in the eternal darkness? our DNA like computer codes trapped in a digital neoprene and our soul completely minimized.
i set my judgment asleep, since there is no you and me and none of this really exists. we’re all rays of light generating from the heart of the same sun, so why do we fight?
it’s just an illusion, maya. no different from a dream. the highest realm of demons and the lowest realm of angels – we’re the in-between. the way mother earth explodes with love through volcano eruptions we’ve been shattered into pieces and taught our problems can only be resolved through self-destruction.