No
Wrong
All wrong
This one is disgusting
This one is wretched
This one is vile
It likes what deserves only hatred
It's abnormal
Take a gander, my pupils, at what lies around you
At who lies around you
They are not like this
This is disgusting
This deserves no life
Wrong
All Wrong

She died.
He followed.
A third, who loved them both.
A third, who needed them both.
Only one was all he needed in truth
But alas, that was too much to ask as well.
Now he sits
In the dark, empty cavern
That was once so warm.

What now?

They watch
They listen
They mourn

The man stood alone. He had nobody.
The galaxy was before him. She had nobody.
“Why have you left us?” The man asked the galaxy.
“It was not my choice.” The galaxy replied. “There was nothing I could have done.”
“We miss you.” Said the man. “He misses you.”
“I know he does… I miss him too.” She replied.
“He is not there anymore.”
“What?” Asked the galaxy. Her eyes were filled with the sorrows of loss and mortal suffering.
“He has left us as well.” The man stood as he had before. “He lies beneath the tree.”
“All I cherish- It is gone?” The galaxy was a vast and cold reality.
“Yes.”
“What reason, then, have I to live?” She asked.
“None.”
“And you?”
“You both have left us. I have nobody.”
“So what reason, then, have you to live?”
“None.”

Is it just me, or can you also spend hours upon hours looking at other peoples' drawings?

It's not that they're all amazing, it's just the crushing weight that you'll never be that brave or that skillful

That nothing you ever create will even begin to measure up to what others have done

Just the irrepressible urge to stop trying

And just let others fill in the gaps that you know you will never be able to?

Come forth, wanderer.
For I have gifts.
Trinkets.
They are made of...

Older things.

A night which has no stars

Tears which have no end

Galaxy
We pray

Love, what clings to you still.

Love, what was forced from your side.

Love, what to which you will fervently beg,

Ere Galaxies lost are united once more.

O, how happy he is.

O, how careless he strides.

O, what hidden sadnesses linger

In those cold, heartless eyes?

They're beautiful, no?

Some say they bring good luck.

Maybe they do.

What evils must wish me vanquished
What malignance must wish me expelled

That I must wish unto myself that same fate

Every day

Every day it becomes harder and harder to not give up

I feel so guilty

What if he had not walked away that day

Or any day thereafter

And God Said Unto Him:

SEARCH NOT FOR THY PURPOSE

FOR THERE IS NAUGHT BUT ASH BENEATH THE VEIL

The Spires fell that day, and humanity was lost.
God could smile now, for his mistakes had been cleansed
And his will satisfied

I hate it I hate it so much

19

One day someone will say your name for the very last time

Zudge

When the last fires of humanty are extinguished and the last terrible spires crumble, the world will be at peace once more.

Why am I so sad