Drifting through space, in an endless whirl of craters, he sees no end to the destruction that he has caused. In particular, the Earth sized hole he had left there was truly a sight to behold. Ignoring the sheer monstrosity of his actions, it was still impressive to see such smallness creating something of such grandeur. To think that there was once such beauty in this dark and empty space was an auspicious desire.
He ultimately lost what he was trying to find. A speck of hope, so far gone that it seems to have escaped into a black hole, nowhere to be seen, impossible to find, impossible to recover. The emptiness of space led a chill down his spine, connecting his soul to the outside world. The whirling of the craters around him was enough to make any man go insane from the cacophonous noises. Without a doubt, he thought, this was the greatest.
Having no way of returning, he had to make the best of what he had. Nothing within his possession, no one to call out to. He only had the craters, the emptiness and the space dust by his side, cradling him like a baseball, thrown 100 km/h into an old catcher's glove. It was like the feeling of a nice cozy winter night, snuggled into bed with a heavy blanket wrapped around your entire body. As chilling as it was, the space dust wrapped him up nicely, providing him a sense of warmth and what he could remember as home. However, its cloudiness was a challenge. Making a mask of dust around his body, he could not even make out the next piece of anything that was about to approach him. It smothered him in its darkness, like the depth of the ocean, where not even the smallest photon of light can creep through. As comfortable as the blanket of dust was, it was nevertheless, a cloud of mystery that made him frightened for what was ahead of him.
He often dreamed of what was coming, the land flowing with milk and honey, the clear skies, the atmosphere in which he can intake all of its energy. It was like a clock in his mind, where time passed quickly because of all the joyous thoughts rumbling around in his head. He didn't like that time passed more quickly. He had a tendency to be perfectly in tune with time, as his heart rate was at a constant 60 beats per minute, not changing through the most rigorous of activities nor the coldest of times. Since the very beginning, he had thought this phenomenon peculiar. There was really nothing he could do about it. He was stuck with this peculiarity.
Drifting farther, a beautiful thought popped into his head, of Billy Mason, his elementary school friend. If it wasn't for Billy Mason pushing him on the swings until he flew, he wouldn't be where he was right now.
His eyes passed a great celestial body. From far, it was the length of his finger. But he knew, deep in his mind, the size of the celestial body was infinitely larger than anything he could ever imagine. He knew the space he was travelling in was extending infinitely, in a loop, where time dissipates. At that thought, a smile came to his face. The thought of being able to extend infinitely was something no one else could ever experience. It was his very first feeling of being unique.
Hopelessly wondering, he wanted to know what had happened to his cat. One day, he was fine, and the next day, the cat was gone, only leaving a furball and some hair behind. He was eager to find out objective truth to bring enlightenment. He wanted to know why he couldn't win at that time. Ah, at that time, so memorable, so fresh, so exciting. It was the first time he almost won at anything. He was so sure that his opponents were no match for him, seconds before it was over, he was already cheering for himself. But, the final call was that he didn't win. Even more, he came in last. He didn't win, nor did he get in second place, not even third. Dead last. This haunted him for so long, he found it excitable to think of it, like a ghost story that's told at a campfire, only so many souls can withstand it. He could. He knew he could.
How could I even think? He asked that of himself every single day. He didn't know what was happening, he didn't register what was going on, he doesn't know anything. He wonders about, aimlessly.
A/N: What the ballsacks just happened there? I don't even know. Please, it would make my life if someone needlessly over-analyzed this and then produced a piece of writing about it. I would love you for life <3.
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Double A/N: For readers (not that there are any), this is to compensate for last weeks missings. It is currently Saturday. I will see you all again Sunday and Sunday will be much different from today, not only because it is a full 24 hours ahead, but because the blog post will be completely different. You could think of this as a sweet treat for all your needs. I wouldn't, but you could...
